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Month: February 2020

Anastasia, the weaver.

Anastasia had just sat down to her lunch when the world went silent. Not quiet like the night when all the carts and merchants in the street had gone home, but completely silent. There was not a sound to be heard, the ocean of noise that she swam through and navigated everyday was gone, was still, not a ripple. read more

Millstones and milestones

Or, I Wish There Was A Different Word That Better Expressed Exactly What Hope Is

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break. read more

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