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“But the water...It is purple....”

During an interview about her marvelously successful career as an architect, Belle DeTriev was asked about her abusive father...

A children's poem (that doesn't rhyme :)

But you really had to be there to understand what he meant to me. To see his huge, blonde beard, his sad blue eyes; to hear his quiet and beautif..

Now he balls his fist. Everyone is looking at Alberto engulfed in his story. The pause is unbearable, everyone’s mouths were open. &ld..

We are all disconnected from out neighbors

What's left in the wake.

Sometimes when we get to know someone we meet a part of ourselves.

Is it normal For the sky to be pale orange, And the wind to blow So roughly As to shake my car? All I knew was I was me..

At the moment When all I knew was turned Into a dragon And I fell hopeless In the field of thorns I felt as if I was an Ital..