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By Cloe_Ann SILVER
Belmond, Iowa

Part Three               J.C. ran his fingertips over the first step. Worn smooth from almost eleven years of his hands and feet climbing their way up to the house above. L...
Cloe_Ann SILVER, Belmond, Iowa
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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


Dahlia_ SILVER, Sanibel, Florida
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By Cloe_Ann SILVER
Belmond, Iowa
Cloe_Ann SILVER, Belmond, Iowa
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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
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By Shadowboxer SILVER
Charlotte, Vermont
Shadowboxer SILVER, Charlotte, Vermont
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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
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By onesimpleidea BRONZE
Parker, Co, Colorado
onesimpleidea BRONZE, Parker, Co, Colorado
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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
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By SIMSEN SILVER
South Salem, New York
SIMSEN SILVER, South Salem, New York
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