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Summer, Ántonia

XIX The sky was my solace–the summer sky stretched across the world. A transparent canvas, yet vivid in its blueness, too light to label by the saddest shade. The heat would only intensify those colors, and I could run under … Continue reading

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Mrs. Shimerda

The boy sits in my home awaiting my daughter. She is stronger then him. All of my children are stronger then this blonde little thing. I wonder how he would hold up in world. He would crumble. I am sure … Continue reading

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Point of View

I heard bickering in the tall grass.  It was in the strange tongue used in this country.  Whenever I heard those words I felt grief; I missed my homeland.  The picturesque hands of this new land felt cold and I … Continue reading

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Point of View

The day that they finally buried my father was the day the sadness, the grief, the despair, the anxiety set in. When I first heard the news I wasn’t quite sure how to feel, so I tried my hardest not to feel … Continue reading

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