Category: Fiction
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The end is the beginning is the end….
I stand in the middle of the ocean. In the silence, feeling the water slowly, gently rubbing against my skin at my feet, between my toes. Slowly the level rises, I stand in submission, in silence, with my eyes closed. I can feel the calm in the air, the silence surrounding me, the water, just…
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In waiting
The wind blows lightly at her face, slightly, gently caressing her cheek, pushing her solitary tear, slightly to a detour. She looks on, into the breeze, over the cliff, over the horizon. As if searching, hunting, awaiting something; or someone, with great passion but knowing within her heart and mind, that the one will never…