In the Niger River region, there is a town whose name is the stuff of dreams: the mysterious Timbuktu. They say that, a very long time ago, the nomads entrusted the care of a well there to an old
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I am a Music Major at BYU who loves to write! This is the first time that I've ever openly let people read my writings and although it's a stretch for me, I am excited to be able to share my works with others!
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the sound the clock would be making if it were actually working, but instead we're stuck at 5:47. It's only a practice test, but practice or not my pulse quickens and my body freezes. I just need to pass this class. I try not to let myself think too much, but my brain is moving too fast to decipher what's important or not. Kayla's plaid pants? Charlie whistling "To Life" from Fiddler on the Roof? Practice test? No. Tick-tock, tick-tock; my brain decides that what's important is to make up for what the clock failed to accomplish on its own.
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