I wonder how a writer would describe what I see while standing in the tall grass on cliff’s edge. The girl below, in the boat, would have a full paragraph devoted to her blonde strands twisting in the wind
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Mar
Mar
A simple yet power story about social (non)distancing in the Covid era and the choices we make in the post-lockdown period
09
Mar
Mar
I was woken by the rain at 6:30 a.m. Except that it wasn’t the rain; it was water drizzling into the room from the ceiling.
In a moment of veteran-like panic I had a flashback to one year ago when…
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Feb
Feb
Every day while walking my dog through my Paris neighborhood I glance into the living room of a ground floor apartment through a stained glass window, with a pattern of roses, pale yellow and deep red, with rich green leaves. The window is a little beauty mark in an otherwise utilitarian dog walk.
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