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Essay & Composition Writing
Darjeeling
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00 She follows the rose petals, the same rose petals from years ago, the same rose petals that decorated each and every lonely village wall, somewhere in Nepal. The sweet scent of blooming flowers still revive her, when she desperately needs an escape. An escape from the chaos, an escape from the same predictable routines that have take over her life for too many years. Although, this world is too demanding, too threatening, almost inescapbale, and like always she falls once again on the satin sheets of her metal framed bed knowing that the life she has chose is molding her and there is no return, no return to where her soul belongs. 02 br
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00 Sounds of bells take her completely, as she is walking on the hillside path. Little children dressed in brown, pouring out of the wooden doors. The air is filled with laughter, young hands, inncoent eyes, this is all too familar to her. She is completely taken, forgetting her direction she follows the rhythm of the childrens footsteps. Straw huts are what these children call their palace, and a game of cricket is all the drugs they will ever need to make it through the day. Toy like figures decorate the neighboring hills, she called them tea weeders, picking tea leafs, so the world can enjoy the finest darjeeling tea. 02 br
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00 "BEEP BEEP BEEP", its eight o'clock, and the world she longs for is taken from her in a single second. "Sleepy head, you're going to be late for class again", as sean tries to wake her before she misses the university bus. 02 br
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00 To be continued.... please leave comments 0-
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00 She follows the rose petals, the same rose petals from years ago, the same rose petals that decorated each and every lonely village wall, somewhere in Nepal. The sweet scent of blooming flowers still revive her, when she desperately needs an escape. An escape from the chaos, an escape from the same predictable routines that have take over her life for too many years. Although, this world is too demanding, too threatening, almost inescapbale, and like always she falls once again on the satin sheets of her metal framed bed knowing that the life she has chose is molding her and there is no return, no return to where her soul belongs. 02 br
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00 Sounds of bells take her completely, as she is walking on the hillside path. Little children dressed in brown, pouring out of the wooden doors. The air is filled with laughter, young hands, inncoent eyes, this is all too familar to her. She is completely taken, forgetting her direction she follows the rhythm of the childrens footsteps. Straw huts are what these children call their palace, and a game of cricket is all the drugs they will ever need to make it through the day. Toy like figures decorate the neighboring hills, she called them tea weeders, picking tea leafs, so the world can enjoy the finest darjeeling tea. 02 br
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00 "BEEP BEEP BEEP", its eight o'clock, and the world she longs for is taken from her in a single second. "Sleepy head, you're going to be late for class again", as sean tries to wake her before she misses the university bus. 02 br
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0 hey , 02 br
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00 I am a new user to the english forum.I am reading the stuff posted to the site. 02 br
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00 But your writting strike me a lot. 02 br
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00 your imagination is great and you have put them in an elegant way. 02 br
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00 What I can do is just read what you have written and admire you for your this skill.
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00 I am a new user to the english forum.I am reading the stuff posted to the site. 02 br
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00 But your writting strike me a lot. 02 br
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00 your imagination is great and you have put them in an elegant way. 02 br
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00 What I can do is just read what you have written and admire you for your this skill.
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0 I love it.. I mean the structure, the way you repeat some of the sentences in order to increase the reader's attention 02 br
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00 interesting.. 05 0 02 br
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00 and what I like most is when you say: 02 br
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01 b 00 Straw huts are what these children call their palace, and a game of cricket is all the drugs they will ever need to m
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00 interesting.. 05 0 02 br
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00 and what I like most is when you say: 02 br
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01 b 00 Straw huts are what these children call their palace, and a game of cricket is all the drugs they will ever need to m
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0 Its 8:30 am, and her sleepy eyes are still unwilling to accept her world. "BEEP BEEP BEEP", the alaram starts again, and again she rolls over and pushes snooze. Sean hurries into her room, dressed in his favorite khaki shorts. The same shorts she always yelled at him about, "Sean, there is a hole on your ****, you know that. Don't you think its time for a new pair". But Sean, still young, cocky
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0 As she is making her regular morning coffee, to lift her heavy almond eyes, she finds herself slowly getting lost. Lost, and trapped in yesterday. To her, it was only yesterday when her wide almond eyes met the boy that she never thought she would fall in love with. Only yesterday, she remembered dreaming about his lips, his hand in hers, as she is falling into his everchanging hazel gree
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0 Her mornings, are not only marked by the sweet aroma of fresh made coffee but also, the torturing memories of a broken bond. A broken bond, that seemed to not only break her from Sean but most importantly it broke her. She is not the same girl she used to be before she ever got tangled up with him. She was bright, young, motivated...she was a dreamer. She had promises, which she always kept..fr
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