The favourite one
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It was the sound of something being dragged that woke her up. The garden looked like a winter wonderland from the window. It was her favorite part of the morning. Waking up to the beautiful view of the bedroom window. She moved her hand around on the bed looking for the sweatshirt and realized he
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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde. This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
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I unfolded the pages, And moaned the One before Long gone I would like to claim Still insisting there is more. Only if I stay Hold on tighter Life is too short When all I can think Is that life is also Too long! Wrinkled with straight lines That can’t be aging I folded
About the writer
I have stories to tell for I have lived a few. I am a storyteller at heart. Emotions, gestures, words, sound, atmosphere, there are so many factors that make a story a real memory. So, here I am writing because this is my way to keep all those moments alive that I have lived and the ones I wish I had lived.
Each one is transcribed with care and respect wrapped in words known. Describing emotions I wish we all respected more. My style is mine to write and for you to read. One reader at a time.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 