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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reflections
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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Surprises.
I thought I would be deeply troubled, but I awoke with a White lightness, a sudden lifting of my spirit….
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The Colour of Disappointment.
I should have known all along. And I think I knew from the start, but I always give people the…
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