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…ow gazing at the woman, a reflection so complex, A mosaic of my journey, a riddle of what’s next. The girl and teen still linger, their echoes in my eyes, Their fears and dreams still shape me, their whispers never die.
Katherine Myrestad
Nevena Pascaleva
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They never die. And that's beautiful!
A writer of evocative fiction and introspective personal essays. Owner of the publication "Tales of Blue".
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