Saya couldn’t make herself walk into that room. It reeked of disinfected memories and decay which formed a thick fog. She hesitated at the edges of the door, running her hand slowly along the chipped wood right by the hinges....
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in the rain in the autumn when a new life has taken root in the husk of ancestry i...
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It’s nine already. You have three and a half hours today – to do anything, be...
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She held the patient eye of the poet gazing into an impossible future across oceans...
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I’m fed up with this fearfulness. Company in all its forms technological is a poor...
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