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triumphs are last

I watched as she drank that day, down to the last drop.  I watched as she licked the cap, hoping there would be just a bit more.  She did not know the meaning of reserve.  She knew nothing but hiding away in the dark.  And that is how she died.

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Written March 21st, 2005

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  • Mari Goes gold member
    March 28, 2005
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    With 50 words you wrote about someone's entire life.
    Well done!

    All the best to you, always!
    Mari


  • editorinchimp
    March 21, 2005
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    excellent idea carrying on this familiar metaphor. it's well executed, too.