

Symphony of LifeSymphony of Life By Christopher Lee JohnsonSymphony of Life
Life begins with a great push into a world unknown. Ah, young life, such a beautifully simplistic melody. From dirt to the great Egyptian pyramids Doth our attention hold. From a glorious whole note sounded by the orchestra Progressing into a melodic arrangement of notes Which increase in complexity as we age, we grow.
We grow. We grow and change until our previous Melody grinds with the new. Dissonance doth begin The teenager. A never ending battle between Melodies. A great dissonance growing louder, louder,  
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The GreeneryThe Greenery I dont remember anything of what happened back then. My parents distantly recall a flash in the sky. Most people around their age do, the end of an era the first memory of an entire generation. My grandparents generation was nearly wiped out by the one that proceeded them. They were young people then, progenitors of new families, university students, travelers, artists Newly minted adults with the rest of their lives as full-fledged people in front of them. Then everything changed in a heartbeat. Unstable molecuThe Greenery
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