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Nancy Zhang New Womanenjoying the rays that kissed my skin, letting the thin layer of dust drist upon my feet. I ran to the old garden ouside my grandma's house looking for snails. Instead I found the bright face of a woman; with smiling, genuine expressions above me. I did not recalling seeing her face before - New faces were uncommon in this small corner of the world. The same face always greeted me whenever I ran to grandmother's old garden. And she would feed me sweets and walk me home. So I accepted this woman. One morning, I lay on the other half of the world. Waking to the sunlight penetrating my eyelids, I saw the face of the woman, the face of my mother. |
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