The Greatest Thing_Hanami_Joe Wyatt and the Severn Dwarves_The Magnolia Tree
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The Greatest Thing
There is no greater than things that can make her happy. With every strike of the clock, for every smile that she offers for me, and with every pulse of her wrist that I feel as I hold her hands; it’s indeed a beautiful thing.It was the first week of March. I sat quietly in our university garden — wearing a white uniform and my favorite black jacket — while waiting for a girl. The breeze of wind was cold, it matched the faint light of the setting sun, and the leaves on the Acacia tree were slowly falling to the ground.In a few weeks, we would never see the faces that used to be seen in the nor...
Hanami
References: Hanami: Japan cherry blossom festival (it translates to “The viewing of flowers”) Mankai: When the cherries hit full bloom A pink soft petal made its way slowly until it reached the top of Haru’s black wavy hair. Arata smiled with that bright and warm smile of his that resembled the sun of that day, and carefully picked the petal, putting it on the palm of his hand. “It seems like spring has already arrived,” he said, making his friend show his smile too, one that, although shy, was refreshing and gentle, just as the shadow under a tree or the cold water of a small stream when the...
Joe Wyatt and the Severn Dwarves
We first met at a Dwarf Sports Association event in 1995, when we were all five years old. Our parents were forward thinking people, who having realised that, they had a daughtwww.onedoor.ccer with restricted growth, thought of the likely complications of this. Their immediate thoughts related to the physical difficulties we would encounter. Subsequently, they thought about the less obvious repercussions for their small children. Amongst other things, they anticipated that, their offspring’s lack of stature would make it difficult for them to join in sporting events with their average height peers. They wer...
The Magnolia Tree
Trigger warning: emotional abuse, gaslighting“First sign of spring, that is.”I looked up from checking the time on my phone to see whether I’d make the bus.“I’m sorry?” I asked Leigh Street’s answer to Chris Packham, swallowing my annoyance while I watched the bus going by over the tops of the neighbours’ fences. “There, look.”I followed the direction of my neighbour’s hand. Indeed, the skeletal magnolia tree was now dotted with little oval buds, glistening with dew.“Lovely,” declared Mr Critchley, as though he’d planted the tree himself. I didn’t mention the snowdrops I’d seen a few weeks ag...