The long stripe of setting sun by Ivy Raff
ventnor city, new jersey in the long stripe of setting sun, at the hour...
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ventnor city, new jersey in the long stripe of setting sun, at the hour...
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It starts- My footsteps enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...
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A mirage along scorching deserts is an illusion that makes the faint heart flutter. ...
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In great distress, Daniel rummaged around for the missing books. He had been tasked...
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I don’t know why they have brought me here. This place seems familiar, but...
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…once – even without these frozen words you can no longer bear to write. You are afraid to...
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It must still be him, placing a piano on the blue glass roof of the sea, making you quiver like a...
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after The Nightingale’s Song at Midnight and the Morning Rain by Joan Miro (Spain),...
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In Karachi, Nightfallslikeyourhair. I sit and braid it as I count, So many knitted sadnesses,...
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after House and Spiral in the Rain by Friedensreich Hundertwasser (New Zealand, b. Austria), 1962...
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