As I sit here, the waves touching my feet, a kiss on the skin, then a retreat; Looking at the orange canvas I recall how my mother always told me not to click sunsets, whenever I showed her a sunset picture, she would go on and on about how she always believed and felt often […]
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the park bench
She was in the park by seven anxiously waiting, hoping he would come early today, looking at the corner bench – their usual seat worried, would it be easy to leave all this behind and run away to a faraway world away from the memories that clawed to her heart, run away to somewhere they […]
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