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Apricot Coffee Cake Recipeby GoldenBraidBooks
Apricot Coffee Cake Recipe
Directions ::
In a large mixing bowl, dissolve yeast in warm water. Add warm milk, egg and butter; mix. Add 2-1/2 cups flour, sugar and salt;...
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Allegory of the Apricot Treeby Neco52
A short story packed with meaning. what will you learn from the little apricot tree?
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Ladakh- Detoxing center of Indiaby Manasi Sarnaik
My travel experience of Ladakh and its beautiful memories
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A Leather-Bound Journalby A Mistake
You found an old journal tucked away in the attic of your new house. It was very tiny, very small, and only seven of the pages were used. On each page, was a simple poem...
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Someone Specialby Bri
Hey, I'm Dawn Cimpson. I just enrolled into the University of Alaska. You know where that is? That's in frickin Alaska! I'm from Montana, which doesn't mean much, BUT ST...
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I'm not okayby MCYTs my beloveds
Y/N= Your name
Y/HC= Your Hair Color
Y/EC= Your Eye Color
Y/Nn=Your nickname
Y/BN= Your Bestfriends Name
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Miscellaneous Poemsby pigmypuff363
Random poems that come from my random brain! Most of them are happy poems, because I don't do "sad" :D
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Guardian of the Forestby El
"Stay low and don't be out long. I want you home ASAP."
"Oh my gosh Bennett! Did you not hear what I told you?! What were you thinking?"
I scratch t...
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The dreamersby margaretoconer
Once upon a time, there was a teenager who dreams very big. Then, he would love to dream to go in USA someday. Everytime he sleep, he wish that he can go to USA. Then on...
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Every Little Memoryby musicalsweets
Imagine being given the gift of sight; the ability to peer into the world beyond, where the souls of the dead walk. Lingering in the very place you live, roaming amongst...
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The Epic of RVby MaybeItsMavalein
A fantastical journey through time and space when the world has been hopelessly taken over by pantry moths. Heroes must rise up to defend what is left of the earth. With...
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Under the Apricot Treeby Lynsi_M
As my hands bared my bloody blisters, the hatred for the man I called my father grew, boiling up inside me. I reached down to pick up the rotten apricot that balanced on...