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Cups with Coriander: Filters

Serial Fiction   I shivered; why is it always overcast and chilly for a burial? The sea of solemn faces at the graveside braced against the cutting wind, and still-closed umbrellas were clutched in...

Poetry About Feelings 0

Feelings

Poem   You cannot know how does a rock feel still echoing in the distance, you cannot know how does the wood feel reduced to ashes, you cannot know how does a dog feel...