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Darlene Hight
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MorningA Way Out
By Darlene Hight

Two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm.
- Frederico Garcia Lorea -

I love to travel and Iíve had an opportunity to do so over the years. I tend to be drawn to cities or ocean towns, whereas my husband, Mark, loves the country or mountainous areas. However, we make good travel partners. Usually, our travel includes a mix of locations that we both enjoy.

A few years back, we traveled to Australia. My husbandís sales job brought him there but I went along as a mere tourist. Upon arriving at the Sydney airport, Mark immediately took the lead. Airports are his natural habitat.

"Well," he said, "now all we have to do is find the way out."

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Finding Rest
By Mary Elder-Criss

It is very dark now, and I am weary. My burden is extremely cumbersome and the road I am traveling suddenly seems much more arduous. It has narrowed greatly in areas and contains unidentifiable threats. At certain times along the path, I have had to stop and lighten my pack to be able to continue walking. I stagger onwards, bent under the weight, trying to find a place of rest.

As daylight dawns again, I find myself unable to go on without stopping for a short while. I shrug the bag off my back and lay all the items out beside me on the grass by the side of the lane. As I survey the contents, I am astounded. How could there be so much in here when I just emptied it a short time ago?

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MomsLandslide!
By Lisa Bumgarner

I am scarcely alive, yet strangely conscious. I lay motionless, helpless and disoriented at the bottom of this huge heap, buried beneath the landslide that has befallen me. It is extremely painful and massive, and the weight upon me seems to be crushing the very life from my body. I am immobilized from the shock and severity of the impact. I can see nothing but darkness. I can hardly breathe. I am filled with nothing less than sheer panic and terror.

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