She collects untangled syllables from eaves-dropped conversations. Senseless sentences she’s pouring on the kitchen-floor; she sorts them carefully in color-codes; the jealous green with yellow strands and crimson anger with […]
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Up in the middle of the night, the pounding in his temples A deafening echo of yesterday’s loss, and of the days’…
Writing about living in two places (and times)
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practising for a whole life
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Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
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