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Nicole Swartz's Writings

Jul.05.2011
A dark haired young man stood on his balcony watching the blood red sun begin to rise as the sounds of a victorious night broke through the crisp air of the new morning.  The gray stone of the balcony was cold on his feet, the air raising gooseflesh on his arms and across his bare shoulders.  Despite the chill, a smile graced his lips when he recognized the sound...
Jul.05.2011
A dark haired young man stood on his balcony watching the blood red sun begin to rise as the sounds of a victorious night broke through the crisp air of the new morning.  The gray stone of the balcony was cold on his feet, the air raising gooseflesh on his arms and across his bare shoulders.  Despite the chill, a smile graced his lips when he recognized the sound...