Yutka

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StoryNietzsche Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryMunch's Silent Scream Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe growing Beast of the South Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Sculptor Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Story of Aimee and her three Lives Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryOld Navajo Games Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryLost love Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe poetess Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StorySelf-Storage Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryLAST MADE CALLS Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Story of Adolfo the Fisherman (a true story) Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryUnheard, unseen Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe End of an Affair Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Story of my Husband and his Lovers Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryLast Journey Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryMy shy moon shadow Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Story of Delphine Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Story of the Scoundrel Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StorySleep loosens Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryTime pushes time Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryNovice to death Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Torcal Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryTariki Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryShout out may the man Yutka011 years 6 months ago
Storythe Breakfast Yutka011 years 6 months ago

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Gold cherry

Intact

Uptown, shortly after the last turnoff, in fields of uncut grasses, dry and torn, a group of teasels next to the Cycle Park. It is late autumn. No...
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Thicker than water

Moving house, packing things from the loft I find a picture, wood-framed, snug beneath the dust of years. Under the light and polished glass pencil-...

Death came to Madrid "De Madrid al cielo, y, en el cielo, una ventanilla para ver Madrid”

Today, a scent of spring, a pulse of blossoms, as if the sun and blue skies gathered head to gain and flood a dropped crime rate, silence- A burst of...
Cherry

Greek music fires the heart

A dance with shadows twists and turns, rises and falls and is always acting in unison. It moves in ancient rhythms firing the heart and opens and...
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unbreakable

She sat with others drinking cups of tea. It felt at first, as if she held her beaker a little differently, a little weaker. And once she smiled, but...

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