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Weekly Contest #352
I woke up early that morning, aware of the weight this day carried, just like every year. I left the house at dawn, when the sky, which had been a deep blue, slowly began to fade into a dull gray. The cool, damp air characteristic of the Oregon coast, washed over me, the only greeting I would receive that morning. I set off toward the town center. The streets were deserted at that hour. A thick fog limited visibility. The air was acrid, the clouds threatening rain, and the wind blew relentlessly.On my way, I noticed the small bookstore of th...
Weekly Contest #345
07/03/1995Dear diary,today I would like to talk to you about how precious memories are and how they are never in vain. Edith Arbour has always been a girl who cherished moments. She liked to remember past events as precious memories; for example, she loved to collect objects related to specific events.Furthermore, no one could separate her from her old camera. She believed that every little thought of everyone was precious, because in a certain sense it reflected their personality, and gave a glimpse of some of the nuances of their mind.She ...
Weekly Contest #342
Dear Jade,here is another letter for you. Lately, I've been thinking about you differently than I did a few months ago. In fact, every time someone mentioned your name, I would instantly start crying, torn apart by grief, but now... now it's different. When I think of you, my lips form a melancholy smile. Of course, I can't deny that I miss you more than anything else in the world, but I know you would want to see me smile, and that's why I do it. I think about you every day, you are always in my mind, and you will be there forever. A tear r...
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