Personal Narrative: Simple Holes

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I have been going to college for a little over a week now. With such a beautiful campus, with amazing sculptures and paintings on the wall. I find myself completely and utterly intrigue by a simple hole in the sidewalk. This is the hole that I trip in everyday on my way to my car. Every day I ponder to myself “Marena just walk around it” but I always seem to be distracted bysomething that I forget and in my foot goes. The hole is nothing special really only about a foot wide and an inch deep. It looks almost like Tennessee from the side. It’s placed in the middle of the lines on the sidewalk. This simple hole, if even that is what you would consider it, makes me question and wonder so much about the things around me. How did this hole start?

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