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Sunday, April 5, 2020

Written Voice

I’ve fallen in love with writing. The rhythmic tapping of keys, The faint scribbling of a pen, The sound of an eraser taking away the mistakes that were born to become masterpieces.   It gave me a voice. One that...

Working for Friends

Beneath the solar panel shades of a Coffee Bean table sat Herm, finishing as much homework a student could an hour before the deadline. Wind chilling his fingers, Habit fries to his left, Coffee...