New Lights at Dead Ends

September 1, 2012
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As the cold rainy day lingered on, I saw the rivulets of rain drops cascading down the windows on my gun metal room. They looked like tears. Was my house crying? I think I have seen enough tears for a life time... The pamphlet with his picture on the side sat neatly on my tree bark looking and smelling desk. My obscenely cluttered desk. Those faded news paper clippings from the town herald sat there mincingly. The stigmas of this cruel world written all over them. i scowled and thought back to a time when students- when people were as cruel and mincing as those faded news paper clippings.

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