eight hundred and twenty-two

it has beennine hundred and eight dayssince i boarded that plane nine hundred and seven dayssince i stepped onto the tarmacexchanging damp winters for hotpressing heatmy first christmas in summer eight hundred and sixty-four days since i lit my first new year’s lanternthe paper catching fire dangerously close to a neighbor’s house four hundred and […]

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breathe out

 i lose my breath when golden afternoon strikes the black and white tiles,  the stripes curving and dancing before my eyes ocean air winds its way through the city,  the flag billowing, red and white dancing together i step down an empty alley,  the bustle of the city suddenly cut off by brick walls and […]

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