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As I walk down to the river side with my sister and our friends, I hear the bubbling murmur of water rushing along with the current. I hear the high-pitched squeal of a small child dipping their toes into the cold water, and the pleasant chirping of birds swooping about the clear blue sky. A smell of summer, and greenery fills my nose as I race my friends down to the riverbank. My feet are poked and prodded by rocks and pebbles as I walk back to the water after taking my shoes off, and I slip in, swallowed up by the cool, clear water.

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Something about them was so alien, so unfamiliar to anything I had seen before. They didn’t even really look like Shrimp either. They had two tiny claws just barely visible and four thin legs holding up a small, long body ending in a fanned tail, not to different from that of a whale, just noticeably smaller. They had two small black eyes on short stalks and no visible mouth, instead shoveling the algae into a maze of countless mouthparts and appendages, it genuinely baffled me how something so small with a assumingly small brain could control all those parts in perfect unison.

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About thirty minutes and twenty sips of water later, we get on the ride. It takes off like a rocket, zipping up the side of the mountain. The echoing of shrills and shrieks fill the air, and the wind flowing in my face makes the treacherous line almost worth it. After winding around and around down the mountain, the cart makes a big *SPLASH* in the water at the bottom. I instantly feel my shorts, shoes, and face getting slapped with what felt like a gallon of water. I wanted to go to Splash Mountain eventually, but not yet!

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The morning winter air was crisp and cold. Hitting our faces when we walked. The snow slowly falling, people sledding down the big snowy hills, everything still. The bright snow blinding us. Snowflakes falling on our faces. Breathing in the chilled air and our noses getting bright red. The thick snow masked all the noises around us so all we could hear were each other laughing and talking. Everything hid underneath the freshly fallen snow.

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“I’m going I’m going!” I say, yelling so they can hear me over all the excited voices. Of course, I need help pulling my boots over my feet layered with two pairs of fuzzy socks. I peek outside the window at the whirlwind of white snow, blinding my eyes from the brightness of it all.

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Early mornings, about 7:45. You walk out the big doors that lead you to a pleasant shine through the rolling hills, the sun trying to peak out. As the sun tries to climb over the hills the mist that sets in the air slowly rises, until it disappears. When your eyes follow the property of Wade King, you can see a freshly cut field along with soccer nets equally aligned and ready to be played on. While I was walking down the steep hill to get to the field, I see my friends already kicking the ball around. “Hey, you guys,” I shout across the field.

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I sometimes wonder. What if he didn’t come up to me on the first day of school, if I never tried to say I liked heroes, if I never transferred schools--would I still be where I am today? I thought he was like the sun. Always so bright and cheerful, and no matter if he failed something, he still pursued his promise. He might be a bit overzealous, but his optimism makes him stand out and makes him likable.

If he never called out to me, my world would’ve been still in the shadows. Cold, dark, and empty. But he was the one that made my world feel warm and that maybe, I have a more purpose in life now that he’s here.

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The windows overlooked New York city and I spent hours gazing out with wonder. You could see people walking on the sidewalk below, they all looked like small ants. I then began to ponder if this is what we looked like to the birds soaring through the sky every day. I looked out at the horizon admiring the beautiful buildings. I smiled at the fact that many people were probably looking out of their windows too, enjoying the beauty of the splendid city. Although I do find humanity to be upsetting at times, I am never ceased to be amazed at what we can create.

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You could hear the waves crashing on the shore of the boardwalk. It was loud and startling at first, but then a rhythm appeared, and it started to feel familiar. It was freezing cold as well, it felt like no number of blankets could warm you. It was not that late yet, just about dinner time. We had a long night ahead of us, but we did not know that yet, we were just waiting for the bus to come.

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. Distant peaks going on for miles and miles, vast green valleys between them and Mt. Baker soaring high above cloaked within the clouds, its many glaciers flowing beneath it like the ends of a long, white robe

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The class looks exactly the same. The view outside the window is the same. It was so angering that everything was so normal. The day outside was sunny and nice. If the possibility of quarantine weren’t haunting us, this would have been a good day.

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The whistle blew and we all started running, we ran for about 30 seconds before we heard sounds of electronic motors spitting out bbs. We ran fast enough were we secured the town without any resistance at all (due to us running much faster than them). Me and my friend Ben took position on a hill shooting down on the enemies trying to push up the hill and regain some ground. When a sniper took out an ally nearby who yelled hit and walked back to the respawn. Me and Ben dropped down behind the logs that had been stacked up for cover so that we would not get hit also. Our team was trying to advance down the hill into the second smaller town but there was too much enemy resistance and our allies kept getting hit and walking back to the respawn.

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I fly off the lip and it feels like I’m floating. I try to style it, but I probably don’t. I land and my wheels are humming my heart is racing my hub is buzzing and my face is glowing with accomplishment. 

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I felt happy. I wasn’t depressed anymore. My life had a meaning for once, and I was happy.

It felt amazing to have a friend.

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based off of MiNeCrAfT yOuTuBeRs ew ignore the "m*na" idk who they are ew

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Jax's Groovy Adventures In San Francisco 

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Jax's Groovy Adventures In San Francisco 

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My uncle aunt and mom were very nervous with the notion of us walking home because our most direct path would lead us through a “sketchy” area, which was supposedly safe haven for the homeless and mentally ill. I’ve never had a problem with those type of people, they never tend to mess with me, the key is to be crazier than they are then and only then will they give you respect and provide safe passage through their land.

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The rain slowly dripped down the side of the car window. The yellow-orange light coming from outside was artificial, that of streetlights. We passed buildings taller than mountains that almost seemed to be glowing in the darkness of the night. 4 A.M is a strange time. Too early to be tired. Too late to be awake. The early morning fog was thick in front of us, but the headlights of the van pierced through the abyss. The air outside was cold. Puffs of visible, hot air were pushed out as I took a breath. Our minds ran wildly though one main thought dominated our collective conscience; are we prepared? I threw that thought to the back of my mind like a piece of dirty laundry and closed my eyes. Drifting in and out of sleep as I waited until we arrived at the gym.

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I look at my brothers’ unimpressed faces as one of them fake smiled at me. My sister was already done with everything and ready to go. My dad handed me the cold glass of milk. I wrapped my fingers around the cold outer surface of the glass. I gulped down the tasteless glass of milk. I do not know but all Pakistani parents think that a tasteless glass of milk is good for us. Trust me I now do not like milk just because of those unbearable milk glasses. My morning started with a loss of appetite. Tension filling the air like a smoke bomb as my mom said, “let go”.

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I was walking on the surface of the sun. With each step I took, I felt my flip flops almost sizzling as they stepped from one searing rock to another. My pale, bare shoulders burning and blistering from the vicious rays of light. As the earth was a frying pan and I was the bacon, popping and crackling and dancing as it crisps over the fiery flame.

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I landed with a loud crunch, the spot I landed at was beautiful. It was caved in by cliffs too tall to climb, there was a log that stretched out into the lake. The water was incredible, I put my hand into the lake, ice cold. There was no sound except for the water lightly hitting the land. I felt isolated, alone, and it wasn’t just a feeling, I actually was stranded.

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As I stepped outside, the brisk air of the fall night slapped my skin. With the crunch of leaves under my shoes, I could sense in more ways than one that it was fall.

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Droplets of salted tears streamed down my face. Each move up the rock was an improvement, another step closer to the summit. Like climbing up a complicated ladder, I pulled and pushed myself up over every move. Each movement pieced together like a puzzle. Pain soared out of my fingers as they started dripping droplets of blood, leaving my mark on the handholds.

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I had never been more scared for my life than the few seconds before the fall. I had no idea what would be down there, what would be waiting for me. I slid off the edge, and when I looked down, I could see a clear landing spot. The drop itself though, was not as bad as I feared, but not a simple fall. Me protecting myself was the top priority. 
	I landed with a loud crunch, the spot I landed at was beautiful. It was caved in by cliffs too tall to climb, there was a log that stretched out into the lake. The water was incredible, I put my hand into the lake, ice cold. There was no sound except for the water lightly hitting the land. I felt isolated, alone, and it wasn’t just a feeling, I actually was stranded.

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by Merideth Knapp

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. I looked up quickly to see that the usual puffy, white, cotton ball looking clouds were slowly being replaced with thicker and much darker clouds, that were a similar color as the landline telephone back home.

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Alright I guess I will try scream, and hopefully my grandma can hear me. And, nope, sadly she
doesn't have her hearing aid on. Great! I can smell the steak through the smell window. Asks me to come in and eat it. But I just can't get in! When you are hungry, and you smell something tasty. I can feel my drool coming out of my mouth. And yes, I am exaggerating. I can hear my grandma say, " Why is Yibing not home by this time?" Then, I think to myself. Please, please grandma! Come to the door and
check! Sadly, my grandma didn't.

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The moment I stepped onto the ice, I felt like I just won a lottery, I felt like a fish free in the Ocean, it is my territory. The crisp sounds from my skate blades, and the booming sound from shooting, mixed with the giggling, what a splendid melody!

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The moment I stepped onto the ice, I felt like I just won a lottery, I felt like a fish free in the Ocean, it is my territory. The crisp sounds from my skate blades, and the booming sound from shooting, mixed with the giggling, what a splendid melody!

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Rooftop affair

When the temperature around the human increase, their body would start release water to contain body's temperature from increasing, namely sweat. But after sweating for half an hour, the last valve on containing temperature is invalid. This is probably the end of my life, I stared at the sky, desperately

It was my fourth year in elementary school, the year 2015, July. Is been a long time since I step in the door that can only be open from inside. I’m now trapped on the rooftop with Cao, my friend. We thought it’s a perfect place to hide when playing Tag during lunch break, but who knows this door can only be open from the inside? There is no place to hide from this toxic sunlight in southern china at noon. All of my clothes are now soaked by my sweat......

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The room was expansive, and every noise created a small echo, but it was quiet. Most of the noise was coming from the eight of us kids who were paraphrasing exclamations like, “Oh, this is so cool!” or “Woah, look at that!” We were quickly told to quiet down, however. When we did, we heard that the lone noise was coming from a woman speaking on the floor below us. We quietly crept down the gradual steps and peered over the railing. Below us was an orderly sea of upwards of two-hundred people, all in suits and formal clothing. Most of them were sitting in rows of pews that were configured in semicircles around a wooden podium, each one higher than the one in front of it. It looked like a miniature, 250-year-old gladiator stadium.

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“Dad! Did you know that Mars has two moons? Phobos and Deimos!” I exclaimed happily. I am totally going to pass this presentation. The last step was to draw the planet since my drawing skills were like elephants’. The only think I could draw was a red circle. “Well, it’s not about the drawing, it’s about the presentation she is grading” I thought to myself, but I still felt like I could do better.

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I take the shiftier from my dad. The car is in neutral, so I press the clutch in and shift into 1st. I press the gas and slowly let off the clutch and the car jerked forwards.
“It’s in 3rd gear.” My dad said.
“Oh.” I shift the car into neutral and start the car. Then I shift the car into 1st and rev up the engine. I slowly let off the clutch. The car slowly drives forward, speeding up as I press the accelerator even more. The engine screams as we drive down the dirt road. I shift into 2nd gear, and the car speeds up.

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The early morning fog slowly creeping in and slight breeze in the air makes me shiver. The hard-concrete track below my feet, with rugged lines and uneven bumps. It was our school track, though it was not perfect, we were lucky enough to have a track to practice on, nonetheless.

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As the light began to vanish, my straining eyes began to make out a slight blueish glow emanating from the roughly fifteen by fifteen foot circular pit at the center of the room, which was surrounded on all sides by metal railing, with cabling and piping running out of it and across the ballistic glass window like the tentacles of some bizarre, eldritch deity confined to that pit for one eon too long.

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   Lev C.                                  She commanded the whole of first grade with a pair of sharp blue eyes, wrapped heavily in liquid eyeliner, and winged so strongly that she seemed from my angle, to be some other worldly personage, sent down by the angels themselves to punish and purify the misbehaving, or rebellious 7 year olds of this earth. These eyes were key, made huge by the excess makeup, they would twitch about the room. Leering down from never less than four inch heels, taking in every movement, every pencil scratch and coat adjustment, absorbed by those bulging icy orbs. When, inevitably some act of insurgency was committed, some note passed, or paper ball thrown in the direction of the waste basket, she would come screeching down from the sky’s, guns a blazing, immaculately manicured talons glinting in the weak fluorescent light, a blonde-haired angel of death swooping in from the heavens to wreak punishment onto the 4’4 sinners of Edmonds Elementary School. 

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   Lev C.                                  She commanded the whole of first grade with a pair of sharp blue eyes, wrapped heavily in liquid eyeliner, and winged so strongly that she seemed from my angle, to be some other worldly personage, sent down by the angels themselves to punish and purify the misbehaving, or rebellious 7 year olds of this earth. These eyes were key, made huge by the excess makeup, they would twitch about the room. Leering down from never less than four inch heels, taking in every movement, every pencil scratch and coat adjustment, absorbed by those bulging icy orbs. When, inevitably some act of insurgency was committed, some note passed, or paper ball thrown in the direction of the waste basket, she would come screeching down from the sky’s, guns a blazing, immaculately manicured talons glinting in the weak fluorescent light, a blonde-haired angel of death swooping in from the heavens to wreak punishment onto the 4’4 sinners of Edmonds Elementary School. 

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I had a break away at the blue line, time stopped I felt something I had never felt before. It was not nervousness it was worse than that. My stomach clenched, I felt dizzy, something about me just felt off. I skated closer to the net with the puck. 15 feet, 10 feet, I felt as if I were in slow motion, but after all that I had been through I could not choke. I faked left made the goalie slide over, pulled back right, I drew the puck back and at the flick of my shot…

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It was like that time after time never changing, never shifting. Until the light happened. It was far very far from me at first. I moved towards the light. The feeling is like walking through molasses. The sense of moving forward one step the being dragged back ten was all I could feel as I moved on ever so slowly the light steadily drawing near.

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When I was in 4th grade I went to this camp and my counselor walked me into the cabin and I picked out a bunk. I have been waiting to go to this camp since I was in kindergarten. About 5 minutes after I got there in walks this girl did not know. I had never seen her at its sister camp before, so I went over to introduce myself; she was amazing. I thought she was so cool and super amazing and awesome. We became somewhat friends, and I tried to take every chance I got to hang out with her, but I didn't learn her name until the second last day at camp because I heard someone call her name. I was not very good at names; when I was younger her name was Lexie or at least that is what she wanted to be called.

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It was a blistering, fall, day. The wind was howling, the trees were brushing up against each other as the orange leaves fell like falling snowflakes. Though the soon to be winter winds gusted and shook the landscape, the sun's rays peeked through the cracks in the sky, blemishing my red cheeks.

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I took in the moment you could say, every component of the experience clear and apparent. The setting sun just above of the backstop spreading lengthy shadows across the infield dirt, the sky as clear as possible, the air laced with dust, the smell of leather and big-league chew. The spring air was light and cool, the family members and friends of players covered in sweatshirts and blankets, the perfect temperature for baseball. The weather was about as close to perfection as possible. What an evening for baseball.

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MEMORY RIGHT FINAL.docx

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My friends and I were avoiding the inevitable. The dreadful, slow walk all the way back up to the top, we must take in order to endure the same thrill we’d just experienced moments before.

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I could hear the slight ringing in my ears. I passed by a few people that were chattering down the hall. It was familiar to me, like all the other times, like grey clouds, a black hole. Like all the possibilities that could ruin my life. I wanted to know what it was called. Fear. Nausea crept into my stomach, making my way into my brain, dizziness, was on the verge of surfacing. I’m not sure if I can make it. I walked in class anyway, and put on my fake smile, like everything was normal and okay, when it really wasn’t even close.

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, I felt like my work was stolen from me, my name abolished off the page, covered by someone else’s. It felt like a crime. Like someone destroyed my happiness. who could have committed this atrocity, corrupting my exciting Friday afternoon? Like somebody simply had to take part in this transgression, so that they could play board games, but at the cost of their own wrongdoing.  

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It was early fall, the most enchanting season of the year, the crisp fall air is just beginning to set in and nip at your nose, but it was not cold enough to be painful. Just enough of the fiery leaves had fallen to create a soft autumnal blanket that surrounded the tress but enough of them were still on the branches that you could appreciate the turning of the season. Bird song filled the air adding to the whistling of the soft morning wind blowing through the trees. In the distance, you could hear the caw of seagulls calling to their brethren and the faint sounds of people starting their days.

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The wind shook the sturdy beach house which worried everyone inside. Sounds of rain hitting the window crescendoed with each burst of wind. The wind hissed through every crack in the windows it could find. Rain fogged the view. Angry clouds striking the island with everything they had.

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The tongue of the Deming glacier sweeps down over the landscape, grumbling and cracking, forming crevasses that are at least hundreds of feet deep. Waterfalls pour down, all ending in the mighty Nooksack river, brown and sludgy, flowing for miles before it hits Bellingham bay.

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Arriving at the airport, we drove past the main terminal and to the cargo pick up area.

We parked and made our way to the entrance. It was beginning to get dark by this point and there were lot’s of people the parking lot but what was more interesting was how many dogs there were. Big dogs, little dogs, playful, barking, sniffing dogs. They were utilizing what ever small amount of grass was available in the parking lot. People were exiting the building with crates of dogs and cats, bunnies and other small critters. My parents got in line and the rest of us took some seats along the wall, watching all the animals come and go from a mysterious back room. After what felt like hours, we were escorted outside and over to a large garage door.

A man carrying a large crate came out and asked, “Are you ready to meet your puppy?”

My eyes were as wide as the moon and my mom turned to me and said,

“Happy birthday Lucky, meet our new puppy Rumi.”

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My vision blurs, everything looks like it’s a reflection in clear water. I lower my music sheet and try to focus my eyes on one of the alphabet letters hung on the wall, but I can’t read what letter I am looking at. The singing around me becomes this overwhelming murmur. Suddenly I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I see a bright indigo light, which it engulfs my vision, I close my eyes. An unknown feeling slips inside of me. It feels like clouds, like flowing water, like dew on a flower. Like rest. I search my mind and find a name for it. Tranquility. And then the music stops. A deep silence takes its place, one of which I cannot find the words to describe.

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It fell in what felt like slow motion towards his hardwood floors and the noise it made when it shattered was louder than anything id heard at the time, then the screen flickered off. You would think that the new iPhone would not have shattered into a million pieces, and you’d be wrong, just because it landed on its corner.

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Looking back on that whole experience, I wouldn’t be where I am right now. I never felt so disappointed in myself, but I had to know what loss felt like because it comes with everything. I had to know what it felt like because I needed to push myself to become better and handle myself in that type of situation if it ever comes again. It was a big learning curve for me. Failure is just a part of life and that was my first taste of it.

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Aloha From Portland.docx
The music starts blasting. My brain shuts down completely, hitting the motions that were choreographed for me. We get to the first stunt, yelling our ques to dip, hit, or squeeze. I roll out of the stunt and do my choreography at the front of the floor. In front of all those people watching me. I was terrified. I could make out the faces of people on the front. I did my motions correctly, but only because of muscle memory.

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It was a dark and chilly morning. The frosty air bit my nose, my feet crumpled the grass beneath my hiking boots. The smell of fresh morning dew filled my nose as I looked around the group of 10 or so kids finally spotting Nick, I walked over to him.

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The house, atop a small hill, entered my vision in the same way that an old friend does. The upstairs windows glittered in the noontime sun, which also imbued in the crimson walls a sort of radiance. Both the rough concrete stairs and the asphalt driveway invited me up their surprisingly steep paths, overgrown with foliage. And then, hidden from the street, was the gently sloping backyard. The lush green carpet of the lawn still sparkled with the remnants of the morning dew.

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The evening sky stretched above us like an abstract watercolor, purple grey clouds blending with the burnished gold of the sun as it set over the distant bay. The air was crisp this time of day, the little midday heat vanishing as though it was never there, scurrying down the busy streets and into overgrown alleys. This was a good time of day. Yellow-orange spears of light pushing against the monochrome clouds, cold grey overhead and below, stretching into the sea, broken apart by sunsets and car lights and the warm glow of cafes. Above the city hovered an interesting in-between, a place of observance. A twilight world between sky and earth, perched precariously on top of the concrete tiers of a parking garage.

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Landing a role is seeing the searchlight in the midst of the storm. The beam of a lighthouse when the world is set on bringing you down. It’s being told, “You’re good enough, you’re valuable, we care.” It’s being part of something so perfect and beautiful, so utterly magnificent as to become a reality vivid enough that for a moment, a night, a breath, you become something else. And sometimes, just sometimes, you find that lighthouse at the point in your life, in your hurricane of a life, exactly when you need it most.  I certainly did.

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I slowly climbed the plastic steps to the diving board, imaging opera music lilting in the background like they have in dramatic movies. The board felt rough against my bare feet as I walked to the end. Then, curling my toes over the edge, I looked down, down, down, to the rippling, blue water far below. It shone and sparkled in the sunlight, like it was covered with diamonds. The tangy aroma of chlorine stung my nose.

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In the early summer sun, the green of leaves surrounding us glowed as tiny rain droplets danced off them. The smell of both profusely humid air and the freshly cut hay from surrounding farms filled my nose, as I saw the small opening of the trail near the road .

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I felt like my work was stolen from me, my name abolished off the page, covered by someone else’s. It felt like a crime. Like someone destroyed my happiness. who could have committed this atrocity, corrupting my exciting Friday afternoon? Like somebody simply had to take part in this transgression, so that they could play board games, but at the cost of their own wrongdoing.