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I live and then I die.
I am the firefly.

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While we are dreaming, the Universe is creating
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where do all the animals hide?
Rest

My roommate heads to the bathroom and the bright, setting sun beams on the bundle of clothes she's about to pack. A Chinese translation ...
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Being a mother is chalk boards, framing light scribbles, saving Trader Joe's stickers, hummus and peppers, apple juice mixed with g...
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You are like an alarm I keep snoozing. You come back to aggravate and to reiterate your existence. I'm awake. Just let me sit in my sh...
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The rusty yellow moon is on its ninth month, still like a backdrop, painted for the theatre.
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we've become a culture of air fresheners, breath mints, quick caffeine, and the sour after taste of sugar
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I feel as if I have a bundle of "sorry" in me, crammed like different sized paper inside a rubber band.
readygo

Maria is one of my favorite parts about here, the clothes hanging out to dry, colorful outside my window, hearing other families having dinn...
Leaving Chefchaouen

I saw the ends of two rainbows after a bus tipped over and fell into the hillside. Abdeslam sang Ajini after saying, pobres and tiski...

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