The entire city was asleep, as if everyone had fallen off the edge of the universe. The sound of the fountains was heightened by the night....
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Father worked the rails. Free passage was our rite. Hours rocking back and forth to the constant rhythm of the train. Foreheads pressed to...
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Trapped beneath a curtain of crepuscular remembrances, an eerie sensation – looking back on old photographs. A black and white specter of...
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Once … Once upon a time … Once upon a time there was a vibrant young girl, full of passion and ambition, full of pride and...
