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Isla didn't want to go to an orchestra concert. Practically nobody her age did, she had argued to her father earlier. Her little legs kicked the whole drive to the auditorium, and her squeaky voice complained every step of the way toward the grand doors. It would be an exciting experience, her father had said. Falling asleep to music I don't even know isn't exciting, she replied. You may learn something new, he said again. What is there to learn from hearing sounds coming from a cello, she replied. And although the little gir...
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Snow. It couldn't have been real, could it? No, it wasn't a figment of my imagination this time: bountiful, pure, white snow. My breath fogged up the window as I longed to go into the snow, my fingers itching to reach for the delicate flakes--to mold and sculpt them to whatever creation I desired. My wish was nearly fulfilled as my hands attempted to unlatch the window's lock. However, the chill emitting from the cool metal seized any other movement I could make. But that still didn't stop me from gingerly pressing my face agains...
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