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Hemingway, the town of Hemingway revealing to the world its secrets a music filled metropolis composing a Kingdom of Violet Fields and the ocean close by. Violet the oldest daughter of The Valentine Crown wore a violet stone around her neck and a purple gown which wrapped behind her as she walked along the Violet field lacing the gown down her smooth olive complexion, blossoming in the Summertime and fading in the winter time she sat and watched the knights on horse back move slowly though the Violet Field Feeling the sun against her shoulders and looking in the direction of the Hemingway

“Do you think I will ever see you again?” “Not in a million years because you are with him all the time” He left me looking at the clock tower in the middle of town, and I flew to new york for school I thought nothing could separate us. The day I met you was the day I Knew I would see you again. “ Come with me to the clock tower, as we scurried to the beat of the street and the Calidsdale clanking by. “Heaven is on Earth” He said , acknowledging the statue of Ulyss S Grant in the middle of the cross-shaped green field. “Do you want my sandwich or can I throw it away?”, he looks at me and the

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The Strauss building, a tall spear, diamond like structure, coming from the ground pointing to the sky. The man that worked in this building was an architect. A tall build and a navy blue suit to fit his daily routine of charting measurement from top to bottom spending his days collecting his thoughts in a glass window overlooking the city of Cincinnati. His brown eyes glimpsed the grey of the rain and the haze lingering over the bridge passing over the Cincinnati River seeing his reflection in the glass looking into his own fair stare turning back to his desk he picks up the black phone

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The Old Oak He used to look at me, with his bright blue crystal eyes. Moving with the blizzard winds and rolling with the ocean waves, all shades of blue. We stood under the old oak shading me from the light that lightly kissed my cheek. “I want to show you something” he said. He always had something to show me. We walked together through the field away from the tree, revealing the path of the sun that leads us to the place he wanted us to go. I followed Johnathan away from the oak tree that we would spend so many days under and as we walked steadily through the golden tall

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