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Every day I wake up, and everything is the same. I dress myself up and move to the piano in the corner of my room. The wind howls furiously by my window, and the women by my door. They used to frighten me at first. The loud banging of fists on wood and the spray…
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Do I crave for solitude because I sit with my people, or do I sit with my people because I crave for solitude? It almost-no, it feels rather hypocritical. I want comfort, but I lash out when I get it. I am told that my people love me. I reject them anyway. These days, I…
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They come in twos and threes,fireworks – splendid as the sun;red and green, hand in handcushioning the black sky. green goes first, brilliant and bold,red is smaller but sharperboth turn white together –reaching to the highest point to fade. A girl sits by a pier.The last rays of the sunreach out as it sets,out to…
Musings with a glass of icy Lemonade 