





Written prose, short piece. A simple walk to the local convenience shop, midday in winter, and the whisper from the...

Make me the clearest water, a river’s modest current, transparent to the Sun’s arms, wintry cool though not frozen, winding...

Help my impulse, let only the purest emerge, don’t allow me to think, enough pondering has been done here. Rush...

Short piece, written prose. Autumn season, witnessing father's diminishing body, slowing down of faculties, acknowledging a life lived, senior slowly...
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