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Watch the clouds move,An obsession with water. With wind. With wind and sunshine and water.Every morning I would pull off the sheets and leave by trai..
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The fragility of a life returned to sleep.An angel whispers in your ear.Time to leave behind the people you can’t keep.The fragility of a life r..
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She stroked the baby’s head.With her tiny fingers, she played with his even tinier ones.She leaned down into his wooden cradle, her hair just me..
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Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais j’adore…I do not know why, but I love...Clean white paper, untouched without a wrinkle; old typewriters; wi..
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The afternoon was just beginning to transition to evening, giving the sky a beautiful dusty blue color. People mingled about the plaza next to Le Mus&..
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Some days I half expected to walk into the living room and find her sitting there like she always did, her blonde hair all messy, paper and pencils ev..
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Memories do fade,Like seasons in their due course.Clear images as they wereFade like flowers,Losing their bright colors,To weather and age.To weather ..
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There was no light in the church. The sun had set and the lights had been turned off, leaving an eery look. Slowly, the congregation lit up, candle by..
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The autumn air was pleasantly warm. The city was alive with color and lights and an indescribable energy. I crossed the cobblestone street from my apa..
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It was a freezing cold morning. The air was damp and cold, the sky a drowsy gray. My oversized rubber boots rubbed against each other and squeaked as ..
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