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By Dahlia_ SILVER
Sanibel, Florida

The first sound I ever heard was the intro to Canon in D.  It hurt.  The deep baritones in the beginning section set off a numbing ache in my ear, making it impossible to think...
Dahlia_ SILVER, Sanibel, Florida
5 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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By Cloe_Ann SILVER
Belmond, Iowa
Cloe_Ann SILVER, Belmond, Iowa
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Your days are like pages, the chapters unread, you have to keep turning, your book has no end. -Glass Hearts/Of Mice and Men

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By ninabug SILVER
College Place, Washington
ninabug SILVER, College Place, Washington
7 articles 1 photo 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
I haven&#039;t failed, I&#039;ve just found 10,000 ways that won&#039;t work.<br /> --Thomas Edison--

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By Solaire11 BRONZE
Bloomfield, New Jersey
Solaire11 BRONZE, Bloomfield, New Jersey
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By Shadowboxer SILVER
Charlotte, Vermont
Shadowboxer SILVER, Charlotte, Vermont
7 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Do what you feel in you heart to be right - for you&#039;ll be criticized anyway.&quot;<br /> -Eleanor Roosevelt

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By Firegirl03 GOLD
Burlington, Vermont
Firegirl03 GOLD, Burlington, Vermont
15 articles 8 photos 1 comment
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By onesimpleidea BRONZE
Parker, Co, Colorado
onesimpleidea BRONZE, Parker, Co, Colorado
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night,<br /> Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br /> <br /> Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br /> Because their words had forked no lightning they<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /> <br /> Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br /> Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br /> <br /> Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br /> And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /> <br /> Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br /> Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br /> <br /> And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br /> Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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By Natalie Murphy BRONZE
ISLESBORO, Maine
Natalie Murphy BRONZE, ISLESBORO, Maine
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By SIMSEN SILVER
South Salem, New York
SIMSEN SILVER, South Salem, New York
9 articles 0 photos 2 comments
WheresMyNotebook BRONZE, Litchfield, New Hampshire
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem&rdquo; &ndash; Jaime Gil de Bieda