She always chased those unique moments, chose her words carefully to create a story. She wanted a story to be real. That was her story. That was her reality.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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I, Eda...
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
3 comments:
i was so happy so see your update on my dashboard :-D
are you a writer?
No, I am not a writer, but I take it as a compliment ;)
most welcome :)
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