My stomach growls for the umpteenth time, reminding me, again, of how much time I have spent staring at your photographs scattered on the table. I look down at all of them, these photographs speckled with dust and cobwebs. I blink continuously, fighting the tears welling up in my throat. Like a curled-up fist, my […]
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