Tag: Creative Writing
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It’s Christmas, after all
The late December breeze hisses incessantly, making the branches of the chico tree from the neighbor’s backyard dance to its rhythm. The afternoon is filled with screaming kids and loud motorbikes passing by. Simmering pans knock on the door of twilight, and the evening is not without the merry music of drinking uncles. Every corner…
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