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by Amelia Cramer
In the start is where we all fail
Never enough for the air
Drown in perfect perfection
Under no protection...
by Abigail Crosby
Throughout the storm the sea would rise and fall,
To knock and plunder against the waning shore.
And with the cutting wind, the rain would scrawl
Those dashed and hurried carvings, which came through the roar...
by Alice Ramos
He was caught off guard when he saw her. The sight of her swaying to the smooth jazz, looking at the raindrops she was catching in her delicate hands, was the sight of pure freedom. He had just started working at the underground bar and within the first five minutes had already had his first fight with his boss. He would soon learn his boss was seldom sober and, no, this was not a one time occasion. He would also realize that by the time he went back down the stairs his boss would no longer have any recollection of the last five minutes...
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