The introduction of Nomzamo, the most powerful of her kind.

The details of that summer now I no longer remember except, perhaps, like sweet slabs of fresh birthday cake, or also walnuts with the bitter surprise of unremoved shelling bits ...

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To the man who loved you first, so natural in ways you find effortlessly beautiful- hulking brunette wisps and whipped lids blinking over nethermost eyes, luring you, to him from ...

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When we brought Dorian home for the first night, I had trouble deciphering who was more frightened in our group, him or Maura or me. Motherhood is not something to ...

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In a city of seven million, what were the chances that you and I would meet again?

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Sometimes I like to write about extra, super boring, everyday things.

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smudges of pale blur develop familiar angles, grey becomes colour, demonic figures and discarded figments of imagination slowly morph into things; a lamp, a book, the leg of the bed... ...

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I just don't want my loved ones hurt in the end.

Refuse to be labeled, tell them, tell the mirror that your value is intrinsic; it stems from you.   All she wanted was days when air didn't feel like sharp ...

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Thoughts I seldom speak of

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