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You may not see me, but I see you. You may see a grey tint, a long scar, a dirty hand. But still not me. I see crisp leaves dancing in...

Nothing but a small croak escaped parched lips, as a young girl crawled into a dimly lit gas station. A man stepped out from behind the...

I bet a felt tip pen feels different in a pencil case of black biros I bet a peacock seems strange in a flock of pigeons I bet a monarch...

One can gather an image of a person Become acquainted with their way of life With naught but a fleeting look Into the silence, into the...

Where Does Water Begin? Water begins in the - But where does water begin? Is it in the clouds Which, looking down Seem to frown Upon the...