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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Winter
It’s a cold winter morning. On the porch, there she sits silently all wrapped up in woolens, her breath steaming up as it comes out of her mouth the cold around her seems to be warmer, warmer than her cold heart – a heart laced in ice at least the ice keeps glued together the […]
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