192: Something Magical

There's something magical about poetry. Everytime you don't write it down, it happens to be the best. And and then sometimes when you do, it just comes out like a jumble of crashing waves. It always comes to you when you're just not quite ready and some of us even have to drag it back... Continue Reading →

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Day 96: The Story Of The Happiest Meadow

Once upon a time there was a tiny sliver of a meadow sandwiched between a busy highway and a row of towering apartment blocks. The meadow was mostly forgotten but the inhabitants didn't mind it that way, they liked that their only visitors were the joyful sun and beautiful moon. They felt safe among their... Continue Reading →

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