1. The Life of a Storyteller
... were consumed at this point, with my lost love, my mother's death, and direction my life was headed. The sills of our house, once occupied by the elbows of little boys and supporting the windows which reflected the gaze of a wondering mind, gathered dust and bore the weight of windows which reflected only the mind of an uncertain man. I found work on a local farm, where I took to stay for about ... from their small potbelly stove flickered and danced upon the faces by the wall opposite. The fire seemed especially dynamic on her face. I made my eyes break away and greet the others. They ...
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- Grade Level: High School