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" Emma Schneider, 15, St. Paul, MN  Stained Glass I remember the glass  The colored glass in the window  Light filtering into the shadowed room from the sun  Just breaking free of the afternoon clouds. I remember a table, and food, though I wanted none, maybe it was a diner.  Maybe a caf\u00E9.  The tears made lines on my face.  The salt felt stiff on my cheek.  Why was I crying?  I couldn&amp;#039;t stop.  I shook with the sobs.  The ache of missing tore at my stomach, made my eyes overflow.  What was I missing?  And why do I remember eyes the same color as the glass? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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