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Broken Record

My brother’s like a broken record.  He tells me about how we used to bike around the neighborhood pretending we were race car drivers, and how we’d gained multiple knee scrapes from turning the curb too fast. He’ll tell me this story twice, thrice, or even four times in a row, and laugh about the good ol’ days. I laugh with him, because though he doesn’t remember that he’s already told me this story for the fourth time in a row, he does remember the fun we had. My brother’s like a broken record, but I don’t mind one bit.
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Sailing Cloud

 Trees clapped in the wind and grass swayed to the side like ocean waves. Circular wispy clouds sailed eastward like ships towards adventure in the big blue sky. I watched them move on. It was like they were simply enjoying the journey. The clouds would probably go somewhere. They would go to another part of town, perhaps even another state. Even better, another country, like Switzerland. Maybe they would travel across the sea and sail by leaping dolphins and flying fish. Maybe the clouds would travel the whole world. 

Beep, beep! 

I pulled out my phone and glared at the reminder on it, telling me I had more college work to do. I turned it off and looked back up at the sky. The clouds were further away. Going, going…gone. I sighed. The cool wind howled softly. One day, I would be a cloud sailing across the world. For now, I would try to enjoy the journey.

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