Empathy
Empathy ...
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The First Day of Spring To some the first day of spring was cruel in its remembrance...
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August Moon You sat with your legs apart, fanning yourself; on your face beads of sweat...
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Travelogue 1 The idea of home always perplexed me. Is it necessarily the place we were...
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Gare de l’Est I stood before the train station today and watched as a multitude of people fled from themselves to the city’s splendor and decay; I had not seen so many overcome with dread. Some were lost inside themselves,...
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