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  She knows it is time. She must act now. She knows it is a no-brainer. She has to decide; it is now or never.   She must seize the moment.   She looks at her barren hands. She stares at her empty self. She gazes at her weak hands. She glares at her imperfect …


  It is quiet. It is calm. It is clean. It is orderly.   A feast for the eyes. A pleasure for the senses. A lovely aroma. A delight for the soul.   Is it the real deal? I wonder.   I scratch the surface. I look into the closet. I peek under the rug. …


  She folds, curls, and tightens herself into a taut ball. She no longer moves onwards. She isolates herself in a compact, unyielding pall.   She clams up and falls inwards. She rejects, repels, and returns no phone call. She shuns company and dares not look outwards. She strains, struggles, and can barely stand tall. …


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.


Osiro Nyar Kepha


BP 47

13170 les Pennes Mirabeau,