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By livelovesmile GOLD
Gaithersburg, Maryland

Still. Silent. Watching as the world goes bye, Waiting from the sidelines as, The birds stop flying south and suddenly turn east. The ballerinas pause mid leap: Afraid to f...
livelovesmile GOLD, Gaithersburg, Maryland
19 articles 0 photos 60 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am like a star burst. A juicy contradiction. I'm hard to figure out, but when you get to my center, your suprised! It's not what you thought it would be, huh.


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By Briggs09 BRONZE
Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania
Briggs09 BRONZE, Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By ExpressThruWriting SILVER
Green Forest, Arkansas
ExpressThruWriting SILVER, Green Forest, Arkansas
9 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
"One of these days you will meet the right man who will always treat you right.... Yea what a load of crap..." -author unknown

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By lexiestrack BRONZE
Houston, Texas
lexiestrack BRONZE, Houston, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
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By MirandaCaddell SILVER
Sulphur Springs, Texas
MirandaCaddell SILVER, Sulphur Springs, Texas
6 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one.

angel000 BRONZE, London, Other
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
One of my favorite quotes is that a day without a laughter is a day wasted :)

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By LilFarmer BRONZE
Loxahatchee Groves, Florida
LilFarmer BRONZE, Loxahatchee Groves, Florida
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings." Salvador Dali

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By foreveralex143 BRONZE
Orlando, Florida
foreveralex143 BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
3 articles 1 photo 1 comment
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By Anonymous
twostepsunset SILVER, Nipomo, California
7 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;A person&#039;s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the detours of art or love or passionate work, those one or two images in the presence of which his heart first opened.&quot; <br /> &mdash; Albert Camus