Stories

The cow *lowers* her mouth and PICKs the GRASS, her favorite <vegetable>. John's not an animal person bu[t si]ghs, relieved.
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Using i[ts eye]s and CLAWs, the owl gracefully swoops *down*, <pick>s and <GATHER>s apples from the TREE, and swoops *up* again.
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At dusk, one bat flies down from its perch and then up into the sky. Some people believe seeing a bat is BAD luck, that someone will [die].
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The army has many VEHICLES 車 COVERed 冖 in armor, but [jun]ior officers aren’t allowed to drive them *across* the desert.
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Many believe this person will again walk the earth someday. Someone wrote it down in one of their holy books. This revela[tion g]ives me pause.
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Over the course of a day, a [hun]dred kids press their noses to the ice cream display glass. Each time, my heart sinks. I hate it! (heart, nose, ice)
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As bi[g, un]ruly kids in line press NOSEs to display glass, I scoop ICE cream and know it’ll be a tough day.
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In my heart, this field I run across with my [si]blings every day is what I consider home.
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The id[e]a is to sit down and focus on the sound of your heart beating. Your heart rate will go down.
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Are you also on earth? I [de]sire to know what location.
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EARLY in the morning, tha[t s]ow rolls *down* the <grass>y hill and runs back *up* again.
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My daughter is born at dusk. I look up at the stars and open my mouth, na[ming] her for the first time.
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