Poetry
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A Trip That Has No Price
What would you make of landing your balloon in an unknown city on purpose, with nothing on you but a credit card? Read more
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Short Story: Sea of Stones
“In the past Italy was way better,” Diva liked to grumble while stirring her espresso. “Back then my money was Italian, not European. What good is cash that works across the continent if I never leave this village?” Diva and her husband, Vittorio, live in a small town south of Naples. Both of them are… Read more
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Pencil & Eraser
I make marks!! Ow, I erase marks. I leave a bit of me when I make marks. Really? I leave a lot of me when I erase marks. I never asked to. Something else makes me. Same here. So I’m sorry. Me too. Read more