1. The Life of a Storyteller
... Through the window he could not see the gray of his old age, instead, he saw the green and blue and red of his youth. The blue in his eyes reflected upon all he gazed. The green of his soul filtered through the pores of all he touched. But the red quit flowing. He was dying. I could tell by the way ... us both by herself. I knew she loved us when she read to us before we slept. Soon our heads would nod to dreams and we awoke in our beds, this time, to the scent of a warm breakfast. As the leaves turned on the trees in the orchard, so came a cold fall. My brother and I ... a local farm, ...
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- Grade Level: High School