Category: original work
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the garden, ACS
The pale sky seemed to be tilting around us, encapsulating us in a sphere of vivid shades, cerulean and emerald, amaranth and gold. the heat was blazing, the air sticky, as we laid on the lush bed of green, prickly pine needles tickling my legs. the sun beat down graciously…
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cycle, ACS
You were so demanding. I was too naive to know better. I wanted to talk about it, but what was there to say? I was too naive to know better. I am not sure if I know any better now. What was there to say? You have always reminded me…
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moonlight
On “Dracula” by Bram Stoker I may go mad, if not mad already dreadfulness lurks— I look for safety in a merciful God, for repose. My own brain frightened me. Moonlight, in the wide expanse, gave me a sense of freedom in the midst of remorseless wars. I composed myself.
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