A gentle smile, a polite gesture, a warm wave from my friend’s kitchen, a hug for my sickness, slowly she walked in…unnoticed. I disliked the mirrors as I disliked its reflection. Fear, it echoed back; fear of the ringing laughter around. It had locked me inside and I had sold myself to this unknownContinue reading “An Angel’s pick”
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