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Me, in black and white

I started writing because I used to be a painfully shy kid who found it difficult to speak. I remember being asked questions by adults...

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Always

Always

Listening to ice cubes melt inside tall glasses smudged with the DNA of days gone by Watching glass shatter through yellow-gril...

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Cream

It’s 9 am on this misty Thursday morning and I feel like standing out in the balcony, licking tiny spoonsful of chilled white cream. Be...

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