A letter for the woman before me

Dear mother, I saw my reflection in a store window today, while walking with a friend through the city and pushing the empty stroller of her baby girl. I had to wait, as her daughter was walking very slowly, insisting on exploring every corner of every terrace we passed by, and inspecting every brick on…

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Lucian

Îmi amintesc duminicile copilăriei în foşnetul copacilor din Herăstrău. Îmi amintesc mesele de şah ascunse în umbra castanilor ce împrejmuiau poieniţa plină de copii. Băncile scorojite din lemn îngrădeau spaţiul în care se adunau săptămânal entuziaşti ai jocului pentru a privi partidele în desfăşurare. Îmi amintesc contrastul între negru şi alb al tablei de şah…

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Blue eyes

She had blond hair, straight as a leaf of grass, eyes with a sadness within that defined the color blue, and was a child of summer, born in the middle of July, made out of patience and discipline.Her innocent appearance could fool anyone who wouldn’t bother to scratch the surface. There was always something cold…

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