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--------------------------- / -- "One more."I grunt to my own empty glass as I down the burning amber liquid in a swift movement."You have drank enoug..
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There's a little boy up the hill, where a lonely olive tree stretches its long arms to the sun. His hair is blonde, as blonde as the dry grass which ..
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They say you know it, when it happens. It feels like a gush of wind through your face or like a wave rushing through your hair, throwing you into a se..
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My eyes drifted high to the sky - its green pale as never before, for my tears had smudged the lively colour to a light silvery turquoise. I had lost ..
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