Short story: “The snow shroud” Published on January 13, 2017January 24, 2022 Glocal/Literature He was like an old Indian or Egyptian king collecting a snow crown on his head. His head resting on his sofa pillow I stole from his room. More You might be interested in Wine & Paint Leipzig: Women’s camaraderie in a dark hour I used to say I could not draw or paint to save my life. Except for a few digital symmetrical From Rivalry to Solidarity: Redefining Women Friendships Tell me who you’re with and I’ll tell you who you are! An old phrase, but with knowledge that still Friends, an itinerant person’s sacrifice Having lived in five countries, I can finally understand the pricelessness of being able to count on what feels like
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