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August 19, 2011
By dancemaniac GOLD, Mansfield, Texas
dancemaniac GOLD, Mansfield, Texas
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I'm about to give up. Talk about mission: impossible. This is getting me nowhere. All I have gained is bruised and battered hands, a body dripping profusely with sweat, and a new void filled with irritation and anger.
I am searching for something. What this something is, I am not sure. But I can feel that it is important. Extremely important.
Perhaps all this searching will come up with nothing. I myself can understand how exceedingly difficult it would be to bury something of significance in a busy neighborhood park such as this. So many people passing through. Kids exploring and searching for treasure. This could easily be a hopeless case.
But, suppose he did leave me something here? What if this treasure, however tiny, helped my to survive? Maybe he has left me another letter somewhere, buried in the soil beneath my feet. Maybe it's something of his. Maybe he has left me another gift. A last gift from him. A final goodbye. This would be worth more than any amount of treasure. I can only imagine the feeling of holding a piece of him in my arms one more time. Something he touched. Something he had intended for me.
Maybe if I could find this, I could finally let go.
So, with this last thought very prominent in my mind, I keep digging.



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on Aug. 24 2011 at 4:13 am
Garnet77 PLATINUM, Sinagpore, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything's a triangle." ~ My mother

"Write what you love, write what you care about, because sometimes, it's the easiest way to be heard."

A bit strange, but I absolutely love the word choice. :)

paige14 GOLD said...
on Aug. 23 2011 at 8:34 pm
paige14 GOLD, Portsmouth, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Say what you need to say--John Mayer

I enjoyed this! It left me a little confused, and wanting more. I was left wanting an explanation. Who is this person? What might have been left? What was the first letter? Who is this "him" she talks about? It doesn't quite seem to stand alone, there has to be more story here, and I'd like to hear it

on Aug. 23 2011 at 8:29 pm
CarrieAnn13 GOLD, Goodsoil, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." --Douglas Adams

"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane." --Marcus Aurelius

This is another beautiful, emotional piece!  It's mysterious and makes the reader want to know more. :)  Excellent work!


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