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Random Writing Exercises

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Just some random things I've written to practice, whether in class or on my own. Bivouac was just a word of the day idea, and The Ballad was just a random metaphor I used to explain something to one of my friends. The last four were timed, so they are rather short. Plus, they were usually based on pictures we looked at in class.All Rights Reserved

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