The Place Where I Become An Empty Box
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· When I become an empty box... I won't talk so loud. You will find me in the corner, sitting quietly. To observe. To absorb. To be present. To listen. To collect the little pieces of life, in this empty box.
“may the odds be ever in your favor!”
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10 months ago
Summertime
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Gabrielle Wee
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