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The long, winding bridge leading to my home smelled of the morning dew that appears on fresh, green grass, the first of spring every year. In fact if it had a sound it would be the song Morning Dew by David Karp, or maybe Harp Étude, no Harp Étude perfectly describes the calm flowing water hidden beneath the bridge. I could stand on the bridle overlooking the water, the specks of colorful flowers, even the frogs with most girls in my village would run from, afraid of there dark green skin and long tongue, possibly scared that long tongue wil...
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My pretty blue dress didn’t look good on me. Even though I was a girl I hated wearing dresses. I tried to smooth it just wouldn’t flatten down. my small apartment in Germany was all we could afford. my parents spoke in hushed voices and all I could make out were the words “move” and “America“ I‘d heard of America I just didn’t know what it was. A country a sweet cake I had no idea. I was guessing a country because why else would move be in the sentence. My brother and I sat politely at the table eating our bread and soup as they spoke. My pa...
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