The Little House With The Blue Door
It’s morning, early that quiet, still time before the world stirs and I’m sitting on our blue couch in the living room waiting for my…
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It’s morning, early that quiet, still time before the world stirs and I’m sitting on our blue couch in the living room waiting for my…
Strange, explicable hunger, wonder, sure you can get out and get hit by a greyhound bus, then pound by pound sell the remains of dust…
It was a warm summer day. She could feel the last warm sun rays glowing on her skin before the moon would rise in all…
I am grateful I met you Even I knew we were a deadlock Seven years younger You were not exactly a man But most like…
Culture shock sometimes feels likestaying home—hibernatingthrough the winter of my inadequatelanguage skills, hoping that one daythe onslaught of not belongingis replaced with a longingto unravel…
“That’s crazy. I’m a terrible liar. I can’t.” “Come on, Will. I’ll owe you big time. I want the best house for me and Jen.…
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