Posted on May 26, 2008 by sarahwamn
As I sit reading my scriptures in front of me, the words start to blur. My eyes so heavy, my head goes down. Dreams flutter through my head. Suddenly, I see myself standing in a crowd. So many people yelling, some standing, to week to speak, tears streaming down their face. [...]
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Posted on November 27, 2007 by sarahwamn
The smell of sweet, wet, fresh cut grass was running through the air as we run down the Street towards the park. Dark stained wood, strong off white nylon rope, and the cool metal handles await every child arriving. A line longer than a giraffe’s neck lay behind the glider. There are creams [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by sarahwamn
The smell of sweet, wet, fresh cut grass was running through the air as we run down the street towards the park. Dark stained wood, strong off white nylon rope, and the cool metal handles await every child arriving. A line longer than a giraffe’s neck lay behind the glider. There are [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by sarahwamn
The river is high tonight. How am I supposed to cross? The Sheriff pulls up and walks over and offers to take me to jail, or, I can go with my parents, who just now pulled up. Promising we will be moving soon, I slide in the back seat and dad starts [...]
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