Prejudice in America. How being different is better than being the same and how sick america has come.
The day could not have been nicer. Not one cloud in the sky. Just the big, blazing ball of
fire which shined brightly all day long, making the water glisten and sparkle.
As I walked through the park, I took a minute to stand on the shore of the lake to admire
the loveliness of the day. Looking into the water, reflections of surrounding trees bounced off
into my eyes. Then appearing in the corner of my left eye, I noticed a beautiful young girl,
sitting alone under a tree, too, staring into the water.
It was that particular day in which I met the lady of my life. I approached her,…
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