Tag: death
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#27
She plucked a wide-open rose that collapsed before she could catch its scent. Death was the effect by the hand that fed it. © Susan Yammouni
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Blogging at Half Past Midnight
So I was going to write this whole spiel, actually I did but then I deleted it all, about what’s been going on with me and why I haven’t been around. Yeah well, nobody wants to hear it in depth, so I’ll keep it short. My Mum died in March, which pretty much tore my…
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