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Dreams and Reality“One day, I’ll be like the moon and fly upon that dark, starry sky, just like daddy!” the child exclaimed, smiling. The mother, frowning, looked at the boy. A tear rolled down her cheek. “We’ll all have to be like daddy someday, Tom.” She turned her gaze back into the impenetrable sky. “I’ll be up there as soon as you will.” The boy hugged his mother and buried his face in the brown, wool sleeve. “No mommy! Don’t leave me behind like what daddy did to us!” She chuckled. “Or maybe I’ll wait until you go, and then I’ll go.”Dreams and Reality
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Familiar StrangersContinuing on his evening promenade, the man slowly made his way upon the leaf-strewn path, looking hither and thither whilst whistling the afternoon’s joyous tavern tune. Suddenly he came upon a chateau of immense size, blanc in colour, and greater in window number than any other residential building that he had seen before. The old man stopped immediately, sat down on a wooden bench that he was passing by on the sidewalk right in front of the opening of the iron gateway and observed and pondered on what was happening in the stark-white mansion.Familiar Strangers
The adolescent sat on his rocking-chair with a cup of earl grey tea sitti
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At the Haircutter'sMy younger brother and I walked past our house and progressed slowly into the dark alleyway, laughing while we made our way to the haircutter’s. “It’s over there,” my younger brother suddenly said. “Are you sure?” I continued to peer down the short, narrow alleyway lined with old-looking houses on both sides. “Of course,” he replied. When we reached the barber shop I grew accustomed to the familiarity of the shop. The shop was only three to five steps wide and long. Under the table in front of the barber’s chair, upon which was propped an old-lookingAt the Haircutter's
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One Day in the MeadowThe sun’s morning tears upon the morning tissue pedals, Drip, drip, drip they resound throughout the meadow Whilst the hillside grass moves with the cool breeze. Where, oh where can you find a place such as these? The bees dance their morning waltz while birds sing their A cappella Upon trees still green with a bark the colour of mocha. The ant marches for their morning duty, silent the snake slithers While the butterflies flutter, hither, and now thither. Away, towards the sky flies the dandelion seeds, To lands not yet known by men nor yet journeyed.One Day in the Meadow
Afternoon has come,
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