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She walks with silent dignity. She holds herself with quiet grace. She meets your glance with eyes full. Her eyes filled with life, its twists, and turns, its bitterness its sweetness. She has seen it all, almost all, yet she lives. She lives not merely existing but living. She exudes gentle and solemn confidence. She …


The hot piece of baguette in my worn out duffel bag warmed my back. Its tantalizing aroma warmed my mind with the prospect of a full belly. The kind words, warm demeanor, of the sales lady at the bakery, and the way she served me with goodwill, warmed my soul. I only had 45 cents. …


She had sores all over her face. They didn’t fill her whole face but gathered themselves into groups. Each group had their territory. One group was right above the left eyebrow. The next one aligned itself along the right side of her face, between her cheek and the graceful curve of her nose. The last …


Hello. I am Osiro.

I would like to simply share with you, my personal impressions.

Of the world without,the emotions they stir up within.

With my own words try to paint pictures of both.


Chemin de Val sec , les Pennes Mirabeau, France