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At this moment, all that exists in my sights are the darkness of the night sky through the window, the golden light of a candle glimmering in my periphery and the glow of this computer screen. Of late, I have read many stories by writers about their influences and writers whom they adore.…
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The room is filled with restaurant sounds; the cutlery is clicking on plates and bowls. Autumn Leaves is coming from the trombone, piano, upright bass and drums. How lovely. Dedication: Today is dedicated not to a person, but to the priceless concept of forgiveness. Without it, we remain cold and buried in our own asses.…
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Everyone’s trying to find themselves these days; seems like the topic of the decade. Lovers masked behind the text on a screen, alcohol masking all emotions to be seen. Our game of tug-of-war between our projections and our shadows, we stand, stunned in silent stillness, wondering how deep the wound goes. We’ve forgotten the non-electric…


