"It is beautiful how snow falls and covers the dirty earth," thought Dana, watching the snowflakes dance. "The camouflage in a memory of somebody that I used to know" - a sad smile covered her pale face - "You didn't have to stoop so low."
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Mori Monologues
Non-FictionThis collection contains photos from my travels and slices of life, described in micro-fictions and flash-fictions. Topics come into the author's mind during different daily life situations that give new experiences and points of view. The main char...
