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  A blue car glides next to ours, catching my eye. Though only one of the many cars on the highway, it’s one of the few bright blue cars on the highway. It’s next to us but slightly behind us so, looking back, I can see the front of the driver. There’s only one man in the car, he looks young, but no younger than 18. He drives with one hand while holding his phone up to his face with the other. He must be on a phone call. He holds his head high, and slightly back, like he’s trying hard to stay focused on his driving while listening whatever the person is saying. I can tell he is having trouble with this. His face is slightly flushed, his eyes a bit puffy, he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. He grips his phone, I can’t hear what’s being said, we are separated not only by the two different cars we drive in, but by our two separate lives, completely different, only crossing this once. His mouth moves, in sorrow he cries out. The sound jailed by the walls of his car, no one can h...

  My bare feet dragged through the dawn grass, the dew gently washing my feet. I cross under the stone gate, sliding my fingers across the pillars on both sides of me. Far ahead, at the bottom of the long hill I could see the beach. The waves in the sea, though large, seemed only ripples lapping up against the large black rocks that pierced up through the waters. I hoist my satchel higher up on my shoulders and walk on. Keeping my eyes steadily on the sea, my destination, I begin wading through the tall grass, the beginning of which marked the end of my back garden. I closed my eyes for a minute feeling the touch of the shifting grass strands. I had no fear of tripping, I feel I’ve walked this path so many times. I soon emerge at the other end of the waves of tall, thin stalks and into a forest of flowers. I wonder if the wildflowers marvel up at me the way I marvel up at the Redwoods in the forest my friend lives in. I held up the skirt of my dress and glide between each bloss...

 His small body twitched again and again; his movements not yet smooth. Relaxed, or at least content, in his rocking bed-like chair, he stared up at the ceiling fan. It’s perpetual spinning movement catching his attention. Every once in a while, his innocent excitement of life bubbled out in an incomprehensible sigh, coo, or laugh. This sweet child was not only a reminder of the beauty and innocence we lost when sin entered the world, but he was a symbol of the precious new life we receive in Jesus Christ.

  “Where are we going?” I asked the merchant next to me. He stoked the fire which Illuminated the small makeshift camp we had just set up for the night, “To Egypt,” he replied. I nodded and waited a few minutes before asking my next question, “What are you going to do there?”   Epher sighed, “Eldaah and me are merchants, what do you think we’re going to do there?” I nodded again then looked up at all the stars. What I really wanted to know was what they were going to do with me . My own brothers had sold me to these random merchants, and we had been travelling for many days. I am calmer now, but I still don’t know what’s going to happen to me. My whole life has been turned upside down. Epher’s wife brought me a small chunk of bread. “Thank you, Keturah.” I said and slowly started eating it, making it last as long as I could. Eldaah, Epher’s brother, sat down on the other side of the fire and Keturah brought him and Epher their eveningfeast. I finished my bread then l...

  "There it is again!” whispered Abigail Ahsum as she signaled to her two comrades to duck down in the grass. The three friends slowly crept through the tall grass and towards the odd sound they were hearing. The other girl, Claire Mayniyac, reached into her dress’s pocket and pulled out a knife, “Do we even know what it is?” “Of course not, Claire, that’s why we were investigating it!” Abigail tugged on her dress trying not to trip over it as the three crawled toward the unknown noise. The last of the threesome, a young man named Rood Hyumon, sighed, “What sound are we trying to find again? There are so many.” As if on cue a dog barked in the distance while a blacksmith hit a piece of metal making a loud clanking noise. Far to the west they heard kids playing square-hop and a lamb bleating in the field. "Just come on, Rood." The grass abruptly came to an end, giving way to a small clearing. The three came out of the grass and slowly stood up, keeping their eyes on the s...

 You don't know? Well then.... Does that mean... you don't want to know? Or  simply  that you don't care enough to find out? Which is essentially the same thing. Just like how right now I don't know what I am talking about is that what you don't know?