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I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.
Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?
I am fading from view.
I am nothing but a flicker.
I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.
I am in the middle of it all just like you.
You stand five feet away from me, and I try not to look. I've been trying so hard not to look all night. I glance at my watch. Ten minutes pass one, a little late for me, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
The Smiths looked at Andre with disgust. They refused to believe their vicious German Shepard would have ever attempted to take an innocent life. And to offer the remains of their precious Fifi as jerky was despicable.
Unclogging my journal after a long respite is such big relief. It’s finally time to let go of the ridiculous past. Ugly. Monstrous. I want to release it to the wind and let it mix with the air to be purified...
I couldn’t remember how long ago was this...
It's two-thirty in the morning in a Toronto condominium. In a contemporary kitchen, one can find a refrigerator, a stove, a dishwasher, a sink, a kitchen working area, a swinging door.
War. Lost lives. The fire that tears lovers apart. The flames of war are ablaze once again.
“General --- we are losing men. We need you and your troops ---”
Legna sat on his chair and kept on looking at the window. He was pretending to be serious in listening to the captain’s request for back-up.
What would you do?
In fifteen days, summer vacation will be over.
The expectations, the disappointments, the successes, each negatively or positively traumatic, inciting our evolution of spirit in every aspect. I now know the true meaning of the word growing pains. Outgrowing situations and people, exceeding my wildest musings with the realities I encounter.
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