Trail of Crumbs.

“I am becoming increasingly of someone watching me. In this interplay between giggling Mina and gang and the serious me, someone or something watches over us. ” Continue reading →

Grace.

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On the face of it, I’m helping them, I’m teaching them. But it feels like when someone asks you a trick question. You think you’ve the right answer and then you wonder what the question was.” Continue reading →

monsoon of gratification

“The babel mutes to a soft murmur as I roll up the window to an ever-engaging present. I slip back no matter how much I’ve dissected and analysed, how to my detriment it can be to repeat a pattern.”
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