By chance…

It was by chance that we met. My friends and I had won a hefty sum of money when we were in our twenties and we took off to the beach, tagging along with one of my dearest friend’s parents. We didn’t even know where we were going, we just wanted to go to the […]

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Hold me by the hand.

My friend seems to always be there to hold me by the hand when I most need it. It’s been years now and he’s never left my side. He moved away for a few years but he was still there, holding my hand even at a distance.

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The earthquakes of our lives.

For a long time Martha couldn’t recognize herself. She felt as if an earthquake had shattered the ground she’d once so safely stood on, and now she stumbled and made her way in this uneven territory bumping into walls, and the broken pieces of “life.”

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