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Stories by Hazel Ann Tamayao
The Cold Airs Of Santorini
And in that one winter when you laid your untold stories, were just you, me and the cold air of Santorini.
An...
When The First Snow Falls, I Love...
"When the rain is heavy, I love you Orianna.
When the weather is fine, I love you Orianna.
When the firs...
That Winter You Chose To Leave
"That winter you chose to leave, is the same winter I felt the coldest."
-Nieves
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May you find p...