I RunAway, in rebellion.Like a forked tongue from the sea.In an angry spit of jealous froth,I Run from You. I…
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reflections
Merry Christmas.
Maybe Christmas is: – sending out Christmas cards, writing to people you love and realizing you have written more than…
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Grandpa Zhou.
I never did like that old man very much. Often, he sat by the train station, playing his harmonica, singing…
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