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Essay:I watched my constant stream of bubbles slowly rise as I sunk deeper into the ocean. A school of fish…
It was a fantastic day for Martin Nujoma. As he sat in his white monoplane on his way to meet…
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Essay:As the radio crackled and music changed, my dad’s most beloved song began to play through the stereo. As soon…