that is all.


What sounds like a cliche...On September 11, 2001, I was seven years old and a bundle of naïvete. Short, bowl haircut,What sounds like a cliche...
big, brown, trusting eyes. The desks of my third grade classroom were joined in squares of mutual
friendship, the papers on our desks evidence of our close working companionship. My eyelids
fluttered with fatigue. I wished my square partner a happy birthday, and rejoiced at my 100 spelling
grade. It was early morning, and uneventful.
Our teacher had a comrade in the woman who taught English as a second language,
somewhere where I knew I didnt


WordsJames Darling liked to think of himself as an artist a true artist. As he stared down and the now suddenly important document in his hands, his best friend at his side, a few solitary locks of his golden brown, carefully slicked back hair made a home on his forehead. This time he didnt bother to push them back; no matter how many dollops of gel he would massage into the curls, the few strands would always fall back down. It was no matter. The sign of a true artist is that most of his work goes unfinished. So what is this all about? his friend murmured between puffs of smoke. It seems thatWords
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"The existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon."
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"I'm Virgil Goode! I make it RAIN!"
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Das eine Auge des Fotografen schaut weit geöffnet durch den Sucher,
das andere, das geschlossene, blickt in die eigene Seele.
-Henri Cartier-Bresson-
Dear I hope I said that correctly!
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"I'm Virgil Goode! I make it RAIN!"
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Das eine Auge des Fotografen schaut weit geöffnet durch den Sucher,
das andere, das geschlossene, blickt in die eigene Seele.
-Henri Cartier-Bresson-
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"I'm Virgil Goode! I make it RAIN!"
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