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Time for a change is due

She stared at the photograph which was not remarkable in any way. Yet, she was transfixed. She stared and remembered. Memories were stirred and an ache formed in her chest. The photograph was of a lonely street she had walked a few years back when travel was readily […]

A muted sense of joy out of cynacism

A merry-go-round was never her thing. Even on those slow-moving supposed entertainment mechanisms she would feel ill. An odd feeling of unease would overcome het. She felt an odd nostalgia around redundancy and feelings of inadequacy. If she couldn’t handle a carousel, what would happen on a rollercoaster? […]