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The Blank Canvas
As I stood on that balcony looking over the city, the chilly wind felt nice against my face, and the gray sky felt right; I was in London, after all.
Jan 13
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December 2024
Full Of Emptiness
Sometimes, after a few months at sea, I would wake up in the middle of the night in a pitch-black room, and for a moment, I wouldn't know if I was…
Dec 29, 2024
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The Fart
Start writing today.
Dec 5, 2024
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