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Day 7 – The Butterfly Dance
You could always tell when it was nearing, because the little creatures would celebrate the warming weather by being especially expressive, floating to and from each other in dizzying and unpredictable patterns.
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Day 6 – The Racecar Driver
While he was still competing in smaller circuits, he began racing with a capuchin monkey strapped into a car seat on the passenger side of his trademark Number 71 vehicle.
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Day 4 – The Circus
It was just behind the eyes of the kids who went through their days blank faced, because what joy could an activity have, when you know what’s just days away. Oh yes, the circus was coming.
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Day 3 – The Salamander On The Lilypad
Though her experience with salamander rhetoric was nonexistent mere minutes ago, the girl felt as if she would have had trouble interpreting him even if she were extremely versed.
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What It’s All About
I, like most people who consider themselves Writers, have historically encountered two obstacles to claiming that title: I’ve never actually, technically been paid to write.* I sometimes go years between writing.* * E-mails, status updates, and postings for my job don’t count, as eloquent as they may sometimes be. Sure, I’ve had glimpses of success,…
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