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I have placed a flower in a vase on my desk, a single crimson rose, and now the vase sits before a tombstone. People wink into sight and quickly slip out of sight like playful fingers and a coin. “I am sorry, my loves,” I say. And my shoulders rise a little to convey that…
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From now on She would watch us very closely to see whether ego turned our heads. But I myself said it as well as for my friend, for my mind was hard and suspicious and I was remembering this white powder. But She was attracted, and Sophia could not take Her eyes from my bag.…
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Reality is a series of change, gratitude and lessons. But what are dreams? They may be nothing at first like mice creeping in the night while the nighthawks hunt them as soon as you draw your first conscious breath in the morning. Then they become bitter friends. You stand in the midst of your dream and gaze…
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When the doctor had gone They dreamed that the wolf could read Then warmth came over them and us As quickly as the natural instincts for war had They dreamed that the wolf could read Little waves beat in her heart with tempo As quickly as the natural instincts for war had Then love could…
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If your planning comes to nothing, would it be madness or wisdom discerned? Never shall we speak foolish words, for the highest order keeps guard from such ruin. And if we ever rebel against the natural orders and course of things, we will witness what becomes of us through the discipline of each of the…
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Hadi Atallah 