Your Voice
They said your voice was too soft, your hands too small, your fingers too delicately thin, your stature too slight, your hair too straight and...
They said your voice was too soft, your hands too small, your fingers too delicately thin, your stature too slight, your hair too straight and...
Home is a memory, never a place. A sliver of time, we randomly embrace. Not confined by four walls, it’s a peaceful moment. We conjure...
We are but fragile pieces, before winter comes. Just flowers with petals lost; or trees with branches bare; leafless remnants of nature, blown by the...
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