Category: rememberings
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crackling peace
Have you felt the wind rush through your armpits making a parachute out of your baggy t-shirt as you ride atop a bodaboda, Or, with cold hands, after you’ve trudged the rain outside and cucu hands you a steaming cup of dufia after you’ve changed into dry garb, the feeling of your shivering fingers furling…
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roslindale
In this topography where convenience is sold en masse, past the carwash, and past the big rectangle-ish block of building that has a thrift shop where you got a yellow jacket that will brave a hurricane for an hour before succumbing, past the fastfood one where they messed up your order, or fastfood two that…
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Believing
…and I felt my heart beat so loudly in my chest as if fear itself were an entity bent on devouring my incomprehension.
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Nuvole Bianche
Domodossola; read the big, dilapidated sign -precariously hung over a similarly decrepit bench at the train station. I sat below it, basking in the knowledge that I had a long, good hour before my next train with limitless options: go to the café, read a novel I was carrying with me, go to one of…