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    MEMORIES

      The happenings of life often flee from memory like short dreams. The joys never linger long enough for me to enjoy them. They flee from me faster than they came, leaving me cold and disheartened, like a lonely bird far away from land, drifting above the endless sea. Sometimes I think that this is…

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    MICROBE II

    The warm sunshine struggled through the heavy fog that hang above the town. The morning seemed calm and quiet, such that one would be led to believe that all was well with the world. From a red Corrado that had just sped into the hospital’s parking lot, emerged a man. It was 7.00 am. The…

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  1. Well written I enjoyed reading every part of it