Forty-five days seemed too short a span that could conveniently wipe out a heavy dose of anxious narrative – not allowing the spell of flashback
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THE SERENITY OF LIVING TWICE
The summer morning shone like a bright and welcoming mime, something similar to the mischievous giggle of my grandson, for whom I was keen on
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PORTRAITS OF FAITH AND PRIDE
Holding the camera perched on the tripod in one hand and the cell phone in the other, I thought, with one stumble or a careless
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