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/…truth is, we were not innocent. On that moonlit night, our bodies had woven the weave our minds had struggled to…
By Inês Reis
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Dear Poetry
/…knocked on my door
And in silent steps I went to see who was
It didn’t have a face and made no…
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/(Inspired by a photo I took in Oban Bay, looking at the Isle of Kerrera) April 2017
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…just an empty chest of memories. It had gained life when a young couple moved to the Island. Both were ambitious and happy, enjoying the breeze at sunset and observing every gesture of every people in the small town. There was never anything that could separate them. No conflicts, only a…
By Inês Reis
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