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one warm April evening the sun went down early the seas swept away the castles built for dreams to live in the waves returned, hurried and eager in the wet sands they dug deeper as if something precious was lost but they returned without their castles to peek into without those walls to protect life…
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always half open or maybe half closed the door only allowed me a few stolen glimpses i could see him searching frantically never knew what it was i was never allowed inside children must stick to their own room and not pry around as was the rule in my house i tried to follow it…
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Asha Seth 