I wish I could shake your hand and greet you with warmth in my cheeks and a smile on my face, discussing literature and life, laughing about the cruelties of postmodern times until the colours of the sky have changed and the cashier approaches us with a mop in hand, telling us that the coffee shop's hours have come to a close. And still we continue to walk together, you and I, down the road and into the night sky.
Athazagoraphobia: fear of being forgotten
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JIN1969
Mar 04, 2017 07:10AM
Hello friends and family! I would really appreciate it if you'd read "Komorebi", my new story - it's about a high school girl who wakes up in feudal Japan with fractured memories, and has to solve a...View all Conversations