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Snippet: The Window in the Sky

I couldn’t swallow the fact that it was all that I am to them: a mere imagery of immaculateness, drowning in her own narcissistic self, when I know that I am more than that – an incarcerated mortal with invisible defects lying deep and blacking this white ivory skin, the defects being either that of…
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Spaghetti and Fish Paste © (2004)

Chapter I: Perilous Bliss Time and again, little Teresa waits for the freight train to come. With her short stature, she stands on the tarnished roof of a discarded fruit shipper abandoned beside the rail track. She waits patiently for the train. Barefoot, she lingers in delight and hums a rhythmless hum as she picks…
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