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The Glass Bead
There are times in one’s life when everything seems a little bit too much. There was this bead inside of me; growing bigger and bigger by each passing day. It was burning me from inside out, and at that given time, all I could do was wonder while I grovelled in pain, with no hope…
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The dream, the white mots, carry on their fragile wings
A long time ago, I dreamt that I was standing in a cloud made of hundreds of white moths. It seemed they were desperately trying to reach the moon, yet they been misguided by the city lights. I could hear the thousands of small bell ringing, and they washed down the sound of little wings…
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