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literature and lies by Goldbot. Crossing the murky morning bridge. Everyday the same crossing,. Mask up or change your routine. The breaths in and out. This crossing and the rituals before and after. Too early for all that, she says.

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MAMA SALONE Lioness of the West Coast. A Sacred Space for Critical Discourse on Women of Sierra Leone. This gallery contains 4 photos. This gallery contains 3 photos. It is unfortunate that inst.

What I see,what I think. While life was somewhere else. Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,. And you never noticed it. About the meaning of life. While life was somewhere else. Blown away with your smoke. But still floating on the breeze.

Trying to get rich and famous by chasing unicorns. Aunt Carol grimaced at the monster. At all that unfolded, polychromatic laundry piled on her couch. Her stomach churned with worry. There was just so much, so much, to do, and not enough getting done. Should she tackle the monster right now, or should she go grocery shopping? Better go to the grocery store. But for the past several weeks the suspicion kept nagging.