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Three Comrades

The small town had an open park. Three friends grew up together within it. Born together, they looked one the same. Even still, they formed in different worlds. One would try daily to conquer the park. The next was awed … Continue reading

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Signs of My Love

Signs of my love will not be hidden. It is strange to me that it would be avoided. Love is like a light shining day and night. Why would one forsake that beauty? Hope is very familiar to me. Renewal … Continue reading

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