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  There will be soft rains and the smell of the ground And swallows circling with their shimmering sound: And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white,  Robins will wear feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence wire’ And not one will know of the war , not one will care At the last, it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree  If mankind perished utterly : And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.  In heaven, a spirit doth dwell “Whose heart-strings are a lute”  None sing so wildly well As the angel Israel  And the giddy stars as so legends tell Ceasing their hymns attends the spell Of his voice all mute  Tottering above In her highest noon The enamoured moon Blushes with love While listening, the red Levin With the rapid Pleiads, even  Which where seven Pauses in heaven  But the skies that angel trod,  Where deep thoughts are a duty Where love...

       I regret absolutely nothing. No not nothing, maybe but probably -ABSOLUTELY- nothing. Lana thinks to herself as she apathetically folds the stained sheets from last night and carries them to the laundry room. It’s not like it’s my first time and the first times always end in regret. Lana continues to ponder, she’s a wise heartbreaker, she knows how to manipulate, lie and cheat and then clean up when the act is over. But after all, is done, she still never knows if she regrets a single thing. No, I don't regret it! Not at all, it just confused me when he looked at me that way...his eyes watching me, his eyes, when he knew what I had done. Lana wonders as she dips the sheets into a bowl of bleaches and disinfectants, watching sadly as the stains dissolved into a fading yesterday. It’s over. It’s done. It’s already forgotten, maybe it simply never happened. Lana tries to convince herself as she pulls her bra off over her head and holds her breath to avoid the wre...

  The Date is March 10th, 1932. Our story takes place in the Quiet suburbs of New York City where Lucille Mayfield is reading her birdwatching handbook. It is still early morning and her mind eases into the day as the sun shines tenderly. Lucille is the daughter of a neglectful businessman . Her mother, who she was coincidentally named after, died from a sudden illness in 1925. Lucille has secretly convinced herself that her dear Mother’s death was no coincidence and she held a long list of suspicions in the depths of her mind. At her young age, Lucille possesses the mentality of a middle-aged adult, being she’s been raising herself and her sister, it’s more challenging than it looks, if only she knew the many discoveries to come.  Lucille’s Younger sister Annabelle plays a game of cards by herself on the front porch, she’s was a smart girl like her sister being only a year apart they relied on each other. Annabelle made the life-altering choice to stop talking after the dea...