Wednesday, 18 March 2009

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    The Conscience of a Liberal
    By Paul Krugman
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    Concepts.

         My life is filled with endless concepts and memories. I'm reminded of the best prospects, the people, and the adventures I put myself under. I've always, just like recently, have been going back to old entries, old stories, old youtube videos, old high school French papers that I've read or watched from childhood to now.

         Before the school by my house was completed, I would always want to tower over the elevated form of dust. The workers would leave the tractors there and every piece of equipment they would use during the day. On independence day, my family and I would walk up to the empty wasteland encircled by hills and absolute beauty of captivating summers; summers so dreamy and ripe that I continue to embrace my inner child. When I stood by the tractor's mammoth wheels, I watched as my uncle smiled with what muscles he could pull with his Parkinson's disease. He pointed to the fireworks in the distant hills across the street. I remember three distinct fireworks going off together.

         I remember as the sun set and everyone was beginning to leave I remember running through the dusty field looking at pipe stacks of eight. I never forget the tone of the sky reflecting onto the horizon. I live in such perfection.

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