June was alone on the grass in the middle of her garden. One of her chubby hands was buried deep in a jar of squelchy strawberry jam that her mother had left as she ran inside…
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Your family had a beautiful home. The ceilings were high, the gardens were grand, and it was filled with paintings you couldn’t touch and chairs you couldn’t sit on…
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“Do I have a soul?”
The Forbidden question. One that we all asked ourselves, one that could not be spoken…
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Like a blanket, the leaves cover me…
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Essentially – wait, no, I’m not an essentialist. Basically – well, it’s not that basic…
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Red and blue streaks fluttered across the rain-soaked rear window…
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Bedtime is my favourite part of the day. That’s when Mum comes to kiss me goodnight, always exactly in the middle of my forehead…
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My desk is a mess. I haven't been into work for three days…
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