Maura Ansley
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Fire of lifeA Poem by Maura Ansley |
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My name is Sarah . . .A Poem by Maura Ansley |
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UglyA Story by Maura Ansley |
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escapeA Poem by Maura Ansley |
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I'm Here . . .A Story by Maura AnsleyIn Jade’s mirror, it was sitting on the bed, knife in hand. The blade was also red. Whether from rust or blood, she didn’t know. |
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WonderA Poem by Maura Ansley |
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DustA Poem by Maura Ansley |
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What Nobody SeesA Poem by Maura Ansley |
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Chapter 1: IntroductionsA Chapter by Maura Ansley |
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SleepoverA Chapter by Maura Ansley |
