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Where It Is Always Warm
Lush, green fields. Farmers work under the rays of the autumn sun, casting its warm rays. Farmers, women and men, work in fields dotted with rows of corn stretching into the distance towards the horizon, fields of large green cobs, inside which a gold mine is hidden. The time of the autwww.onedoor.ccumn celebration is approaching, people are preparing for the celebration of the gifts of nature. I look at all this from the carriage of a fast-moving train, holding, at the same time, a quill pen in my hands and a notebook. Travel notes. A personal journal, which, perhaps, someone will have a chance to read la...
"But That's Water From The Sky"
The weather for the day was looking brilliantly sunny! The kids(6 girls in total), 4 of them my daughters and the other two friends from the gymnastics team that a couple of them were a part of, were outside enjoying themselves, like ANY child[ren] ought to be doing, during most of their childhood. My wife and I were doing house chores, as MOST parents ought to be during most of their ADULT lives. With the doors and windows open, we could hear them running around and laughing. Pure joy resonated from their little bodies as they chased each other. The wind joyfully carried the joyous sounds...
Romantic Exposure Therapy
He puts his arms around me, in a gentle and non-overbearing way—this is still new to me. He then reaches his hand above and away from our faces and takes a picture. My face looks pale, but I love it. The field of wildflowers that resemble their maker the sun, is our backdrop. I am glad he took this photo. It will remind me of the time I was sick, and my new love still showed up that weekend with soup and a bouquet of flowers. We continue to walk on the trail. I am dizzy, weak, and out of breath. Somehow the strong grip that is wrapped around my hand keeps me going. “We can turn around at any m...
The Three Bodies Problem
For three days the bodies had been floating over the city. Decaying. Watching them from the balcony of the highest home in her tower, Danielle felt lead weights sink in her stomach. Scaffolding was slowly rising towards them. Progress was slow. No one building the improvised wooden tower wanted to be close to the force that held the corpses in place.“It shouldn’t be long now,” said Prince Consort Carl. “They’re almost there. Then they can get them down and it will all be over.”“There’s nothing holding them there. How can we be sure anyone can get them down?” Sir Danielle bit her fingernails lo...