Beyond what point would she stop feeling, she wondered. She let herself feel the wind in her hair, smell the fragrance of the spring, the sunlight kissing her upturned nose. No time to dwell or to reflect. Her feet were treading air now. Air that belonged to the unending, bottomless, gaping abyss. I love you.
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The laptop hums away merrily while you type line after line of code. It’s almost second nature to you now, you do it without thinking. To think only a year ago, you were a newbie, wet-behind-the ears, scared to death, not knowing a damn thing. You smile ruefully, thinking about those days, when there was […]
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It’s funny how you attach yourself to certain things beyond your own acceptance. Someone once told me not to attach myself to inanimate objects. I disagree. My precious car is something I love more than anything I have ever loved, more than it is possible to love an inanimate object.
It’s even more funny when you […]
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