There was a day when I used to go there.
Nobody knew where I was going.
Every morning was like new life.
Down, down, down, it was my secret.
Only my secret.
A contest entry
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300 points, ended May 7, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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wow... so full of words that conjure images and emotions vividly in the reader.
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so...where was it you were going?
I know, it's a secret. -
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Thank you for this contest. It was the old lady in the picture with the secret, her secret of summer in 1921 when she was 17 and beautiful...
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