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Ah!

Sunday morning and coffee at my favorite coffee place. This is the good life. The coffee just perfect and the morning sun is benevolent. The fresh air is doing wonders for me because after spending five days cooped up in my airless cubicle, I relish it. Now I just need to finish this assignment and I’ll be free for the rest of the day.

When I feel the wind chilling and the light fading, I see that almost the whole of the day has gone by, unnoticed. And I’ve yet to finish my assignment.

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When they moved into this house, they had planted a sapling in their backyard. They wanted to teach the kids about taking care of nature. To tend to a sapling so that it grew into a big and strong tree was their aim.

All three of them took turns taking care of the sapling and by the time they were done with school, it had grown into a strong big shady tree. They called it “Mr. Tree” and whenever they had something important or interesting happening in their lives, Mr. Tree was the first one to hear about it. When one by one they moved out to begin their own lives, mom used to sit by the tree and would talk about how they all were doing.

It was like the tree was another family member!

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They would be waiting here in this window everyday. They had the perfect internal alarm clock which told them it was time.

I walked everyday around the same time passing this house, my little kitty dressed in her best sitting cozily in her cat stroller and they would be half out of the window. They greeted us every day with their doggy smiles and little barks. And never showed any animosity towards my Bella!

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The kindergarten art class was a riot. The kids were having lots of fun making animals shapes out of clay and were putting them out on the wireframe to dry.

As these shapes became dry enough, Mrs. Wells was showing them how to paint the animals.

At the end of the day, the wire mesh supported many brightly painted frogs. Some were quite real looking while others looked like their alien cousins. The kids were delighted with their handiwork and it was with great pride that they took them home to show to their families.

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Wendy didn’t need too much convincing to be the seer at the local fare on the coming Sunday. All her friends were doing something at the fair to raise money for the homeless people of their community. They got together to make the posters and the rate list for the seer, Madam Oracle!

At the fair she did pretty well, mostly teenagers coming to her know if a certain handsome boy would be asking them for Valentine’s dance. Near the end of the day, an older lady entered the tent. Her vibes made Wendy a bit uneasy but as it was almost the end of the day, she asked for her usual fee. The lady paid in cash and sat down in front of her with her Palm extended. ” I want you to read my palm,” she said. “I have a feeling that you will know what lies in my future” Wendy tried to overcome her unease and awkwardness by smiling nervously.

Looking at her hands, she felt like she was seeing some images in her head. She dropped the lady’s hand abruptly and excused herself. The lady held on to her hand, saying urgently,” tell me what you saw” Wendy looked at her in perplexed expression. “I saw that you were laying on the fairgrounds, lifeless” As she realized what she had said, she apologized. The woman got up.” I know that fate is waiting for me, but you should know that you have the gift” saying this, she left the tent.

The next morning a woman was found dead in the park where the fair was held.

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