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Story – Butterfly Kisses – “Besos de Mariposa”
<p>Viajeros del Rocío samples of 25 Dominican authors who live far from the homeland. I was asked to submit a story to this anthology. I felt blessed, the translator did such an amazing job in translating “Butterfly Kisses”, in SpanishBesos de Mariposas. Viajeros del Rocío samples of 25 Dominican authors who live far from… </p>
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Story – Butterfly Kisses – “Besos de Mariposa”
<p>Viajeros del Rocío samples of 25 Dominican authors who live far from the homeland. I was asked to submit a story to this anthology. I felt blessed, the translator did such an amazing job in translating “Butterfly Kisses”, in SpanishBesos de Mariposas. Viajeros del Rocío samples of 25 Dominican authors who live far from… </p>
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Story – Butterfly Kisses – “Besos de Mariposa”
<p>Viajeros del Rocío samples of 25 Dominican authors who live far from the homeland. I was asked to submit a story to this anthology. I felt blessed, the translator did such an amazing job in translating “Butterfly Kisses”, in SpanishBesos de Mariposas. Viajeros del Rocío samples of 25 Dominican authors who live far from… </p>
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Just Sitting
<p>“We sit for the benefit of others,” she said, and since then, these words surface in my mind from day to day. I have been thinking about the me that sits, the me who is there sitting silently allowing thoughts to pass undisturbed. I thought, When I sit the me that I am surfaces even… </p>
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Just Sitting
<p>“We sit for the benefit of others,” she said, and since then, these words surface in my mind from day to day. I have been thinking about the me that sits, the me who is there sitting silently allowing thoughts to pass undisturbed. I thought, When I sit the me that I am surfaces even… </p>
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Just Sitting
<p>“We sit for the benefit of others,” she said, and since then, these words surface in my mind from day to day. I have been thinking about the me that sits, the me who is there sitting silently allowing thoughts to pass undisturbed. I thought, When I sit the me that I am surfaces even… </p>
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Just Sitting
<p>“We sit for the benefit of others,” she said, and since then, these words surface in my mind from day to day. I have been thinking about the me that sits, the me who is there sitting silently allowing thoughts to pass undisturbed. I thought, When I sit the me that I am surfaces even… </p>
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10/1/18 – Absence
<p>Visited the place where we last met. Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet; There was no sign that anything had ended And nothing to instruct me to forget. The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees, Singing an ecstasy I could not share, Played cunning in… </p>
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10/1/18 – Absence
<p>Visited the place where we last met. Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet; There was no sign that anything had ended And nothing to instruct me to forget. The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees, Singing an ecstasy I could not share, Played cunning in… </p>
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10/1/18 – Absence
<p>Visited the place where we last met. Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet; There was no sign that anything had ended And nothing to instruct me to forget. The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees, Singing an ecstasy I could not share, Played cunning in… </p>
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