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Lingering among the Maya ruins, away from my tour group, I ran my fingers gently across a glyph resembling a shell—click—

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It was to be his mad pointillist masterpiece, a monochrome painting on a canvas measuring one square kilometre.

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Autumn's falling leaves lifeless on the ground

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I watched, entranced, as the flock of starlings dispersed and swelled, swooping darkly against the evening sky.

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Regaining consciousness, "We're connected," she heard him say as he held her by the jaw.

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I was moved when my best friend died.

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We passed from the hot El Paso sun to the coolness of the food processing plant, where someone had scrawled "ICE CREAM" across the gently humming freezers.

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"Wanna see something?" the man in the trenchcoat asked, having approached us in the park.

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His eyes melted but he continued to see: an accumulation of his fears...

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It curdles my blood whenever I hear banging inside the container as we place it in the cremation chamber.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Lingering among the Maya ruins, away from my tour group, I ran my fingers gently across a glyph resembling a shell—click—	12
It was to be his mad pointillist masterpiece, a monochrome painting on a canvas measuring one square kilometre.	12
Autumn's falling leaves lifeless on the ground	12
I watched, entranced, as the flock of starlings dispersed and swelled, swooping darkly against the evening sky.	11
Regaining consciousness, "We're connected," she heard him say as he held her by the jaw.	11
I was moved when my best friend died.	11
We passed from the hot El Paso sun to the coolness of the food processing plant, where someone had scrawled "ICE CREAM" across the gently humming freezers.	11
"Wanna see something?" the man in the trenchcoat asked, having approached us in the park.	11
His eyes melted but he continued to see: an accumulation of his fears...	11
It curdles my blood whenever I hear banging inside the container as we place it in the cremation chamber.	11