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A sad garden, A shy sunlight, A fearful memory, A loaded vision. A lost lamb, A scared tourist, A broken car, A hopeless mission.

All the Wrong Lessons

I met a man on the bus today. I started making conversation, “Isn’t it funny how we are strangers, Yet have something in common? And isn’t it funny how if we’d ever talk, We’d never mention that what’s in common?” The man looked at me, “Are you a tourist?” I said, “nah, Just a writer.” … Continue reading