Wai Jia is preparing for her next test which requires her to look at pictures of pots (preserved sections of…
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reflections
City from a hill.
“Come, and tell me what happened?” “…” “… Not a good week at hospital?” “I… no… It’s nothing much, really….
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The Best Policy.
It’s true when they tell you Recovery is a road of twists and turns. Re-cov-er-ie: even the four syllables and…
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Once, I dreamt.
Once, we dreamt of nobility. Ask any child. He will tell you he wants to be a policeman. A firefighter….
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Remnants of Beauty.
They are all ugly. And worse, they take forever to fade away. Sometimes they itch even, and grow to become…
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North-bound Compass. (edited)
When I was little, I remember my parents taking me out often. But because I couldn’t sit still and had…
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