concrete/sand/human
Part of my soul thrives in a city, with its concrete borders and the cacophony of street performers. Cities speak my primary language,...
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Tuesday, May 6, 2014
May: melancholy may
May is a minefield of memories. Twice, I walked through May with my unborn children and my desperate wish. At the end of...
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