childhood trauma
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A November
Snowflakes suspended in the air like a frozen mist, transcending time itself – and for a moment, the world was silent. I took comfort in the way the street lamps illuminated them, warm and enveloping in the cold November air.… Continue reading
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The Bear in the Floors
Empty. That’s it, that’s all. We sit in a quiet, dimly lit room with knotted wood floors and tall frosted windows. Beneath my feet, the carpet has swirls and lines that I conjure into pictures in my head. Anything to… Continue reading
Between Shores 