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Bittersweet

Bittersweet always reminds me of Naira, a girl back in school, because it was the most profound essence of the incredible essays she would write for English class. Our teacher would rave about them. She was quiet, bookish, introverted and … Continue reading

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define good

I guess a cultural expectation that surprised me was that be alone is somehow strange. People are complicated. That should have been obvious given how many times its said to us over the years. Except I never really understood, due … Continue reading

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Woman of fire

Here are all those things I wished I could have said but I couldn’t and I can’t because its nasty or too nice, Like how You’re my friend and I’ve known you since forever but you’ve got a thing about … Continue reading

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wild and free

They talk about the tiger and the hawk being wild and free, but the only tiger I’ve seen were half dead in cages, and hawk, in chains, while the sparrows and the pigeons fly, their tiny bodies circling the black … Continue reading

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Girl

Let me tell you about the girl. She was sick and she couldn’t walk through doors unless she walked through them five times more. She couldn’t smile, unless she wiggled her eyebrows, and her mind was dizzy with mental pain. … Continue reading

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the tilted tree

Gritty sand stuck to our skin like paper. Carrying large stripey blankets and clips for the ends, we climbed through its old rakish frozen wood, till we reached a wide enough branch to flare out the blankets and hold them … Continue reading

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Portrait of Scat: Dawn

This is Scat, on the left, sitting with her skirt surrounding her, in an enchanted forest. She always loved red skirts. The view from above: And she is beautiful. ~THE END~ Transition:

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