You don’t see us. Why would you? We are tiny amidst the mountains and snow. We were once part of them, frozen in time and part of an enormous mass It was comforting to be secure, no one dared defy us…. Continue Reading →
I stand alone. The cool wind twirls around my ears playfully as I stand in the glow of a street-light. The silence is soothing, broken occasionally by the rustling of palm leaves or the distant bark of a dog marking… Continue Reading →
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