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Glass

H***** is my name. I will miss being 25, cuz the year went too fast and cuz by the time one is 25, one imagines vividly someone one loved smashing blue glass flowers (and some real ones) on one’s chair, … Continue reading

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ApPle Dust

There is a world in an apple- you should know that now that you can do your shoelaces by yourself. It was the night of the 24th and the sky was just the right shade of cheerio black. We lit … Continue reading

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O Ms. Apple Tree

She was a fine lady, with an apple for a head, She carried a flute-horn, attached to a hanger, a cardboard “a”, some chocolate, orange, apple & string. They hung together as an “it”- It stayed in the air and … Continue reading

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Where do all the lost shawls go?

I come from a shawl culture. Hey, in retrospect, everyone does really 🙂 the first one was cream-y with little blue and red flowers,  for the girl who was nine, almost ten. then  a lot of colourless shapeless, very practical … Continue reading

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Philosophical Dribberage

Dear-who-ever-bothers-to-read-this-splattiness (that’s me! haha!) The being of blankness-no the blankness of being: I have known for quite sometime (actually my whole life almost, cuz I used to go all philosophical & stuff about English grammar & life as a seven … Continue reading

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The Monster Cried Words:

The Monster Cried Words: “If its any consolation- I have become the MONSTER that I’d made you out to be [which you never were, it just SHOWED ME UP]… Not screaming & crying, cuz screaming i can’t cry, crying i … Continue reading

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Games of my Childhood

The games, the best games. Ever. That feeling of sticky hotness, mixed with adrenaline (although we only learned “adrenaline” much later) and neverending laughter, running down a green green hill- several of them- tossing ones self down like a twig or a leaf, … Continue reading

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