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By 0122499 BRONZE
Gig Harbor, Washington

July 27, 2009 This is my first journal writing telling of my journey from Cancun, Mexico to Galveston, Texas. My name is Eduardo. I am 18 years old. I was born and raised in...
0122499 BRONZE, Gig Harbor, Washington
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

#18602 Fiction
Catthatbarks SILVER, Vancouver, Other
7 articles 0 photos 10 comments
#18603 Fiction
Jesse-Marie- PLATINUM, Freehold, New Jersey
46 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
"To love is to live. Without love, what is life?"

thfitz2416 GOLD, Pullman, Michigan
15 articles 0 photos 3 comments
#18605 Fiction
AllieGator2024 BRONZE, Hartford City, Indiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#18606 Fiction
natygrace1217 PLATINUM, Jefferson, Maryland
24 articles 0 photos 47 comments

Favorite Quote:
trying is failing, doing is succeeding.

#18607 Fiction
By nbu323 BRONZE
Charlestown, Massachusetts
nbu323 BRONZE, Charlestown, Massachusetts
2 articles 2 photos 0 comments
Randomscreennamelalalala PLATINUM, Bonney Lake, Washington
23 articles 0 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.<br /> -Albert Einstein

#18609 Fiction
#18610 Fiction
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being &quot;in love&quot; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&quot;