You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves
My father scanned them with bird’s eyes
Choosing, observing and patient.Read More The Book Family.
But he was there!
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I look into the mirror,
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The opponent is on the verge of victory,
His face is flushed with confidenceRead More A Day of Tennis