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Ortiz, Ana Creative Writing M10 I Know The weather was brisk, a windy day that dried lips and tangled hair. The sun shone dimly through the wispy clouds above. People walked to and fro, chasing their own dreams and choosing paths that bode ill or well. Whatever the case, it was a good day to take a stroll, especially if the person in question had much on her mind. She was lost in the constellations of her own personal sky. Her pace was slow along the creaking wooden planks beneath her feet. She had no sense of direction, wandering the boardwalk as though her purpose was nonexistent. Patches of sunlight fell on the decaying wood and the r

I Know The weather was brisk, a windy day that dried lips and tangled hair. The sun shone dimly through the wispy clouds above. People walked to and fro, chasing their own dreams and choosing paths that bode ill or well. Whatever the case, it was a good day to take a walk, especially if the person in question had much on her mind. She was lost in the constellations of her own personal sky. Her pace was slow along the creaking wooden planks beneath her sneakered feet. She had no sense of direction, wandering the boardwalk as though her purpose was nonexistent. Patches of sunlight fell on the decaying wood and the roar of oceans echoed aro