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“I remember my 11th birthday.Or at least, parts of it.Surely, my mind deformed the memories, delivering altered, blurred moments. However, some emotions are bound to stay with me and carry themselves around as a secret identity that I only make available to myself. I was skinny and deeply tanned. Summer break, which always arrived in…
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My chest is the place where our stars meetWhere I go and translate All the thoughts you sent towards me during your sleep.A field of life is somewhere, somehow, always waiting for usBehind a nebula or hidden in the SunAnd I can taste only sacredness when thinking of it.The guilt washes away as I slip…
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This vivid memory takes me back to our old flat on Maple Street, where I stand by the kitchen window as I am skilfully flipping pancakes. While I perform this culinary ballet, an 8 p.m. June paints the sky with golden hues and a delightful wisp of mouthwatering smoke fills the air.ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” is…
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One morning, just minutes before my alarm was set to go off at 3 a.m., I abruptly woke up to an excruciating pain in my back and stomach. The darkness of my room enveloped me as I lay paralyzed with both fear and agony. Living alone, in a foreign country, I felt a sense of…
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From nothing, from nowhere, and sometimes at the most inconvenient times, and without notice, comes flooding inside of me this tremendous longing and it stops me from what I am doing, from where I am. Everything and everyone fades into the background as I slip into a vortex of emotions that I can not place,…
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Between us, a curtain of social conventions is fluttering. We faintly can see each other’s outline looking through this translucent veil and both reach out, once in a while, to move it away. But once close enough to do so, we suddenly feel the mountain of world, the ocean of differences, and choices we have…
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Every burden you think you endure alone is endured in a togetherness that is hard for me to explain. If you don’t know now you will know at the right time.Beyond the world of our physical existence, there are a few other worlds where you know me just as well as you know yourself. In…
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Whenever I return to this place used for at least 6 generations of my family, the memories of the arduous summers spent here come flooding back. It is a hassle to reach these small eastern villages but I always come with the same heart as if the spirits of this land call me anxiously when…
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As I return home and delve into the depths of my old memories and contemplations, I can see just how much I have transformed and how extensively my mind and heart have grown.Climbing the hills that have comforted all my childhood steps, I meet an old me that ceased to exist a long time ago.…
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Life tends to follow its predictable patterns, but it can suddenly veer off course, leading you down a path that unlocks the depths of your mind and heart. In an instant, you find yourself engaged in a nerve-wracking introspection that transforms your routine into insecurity. Everything that once seemed if not perfect at least aligned…
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