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EIRA – THE ONE WHO REFLECTS
It was just there, half-buried in the frozen earth between two roots — pale and misty, like breath on a window. Eira picked it up without...
7 days ago
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Wimsey and the Sound That Came First
The weather hadn’t decided yet. The light was pale and slanting, as though the sun were still thinking it over — whether to come out...
Apr 10
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Why No Mouth
“Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become the next moment. By the same token, every...
Jun 9, 2024
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Dolls, wars and mental health. Something personal. Too much oversharing.
I was born in 1984 and spent my childhood and youth in Ukraine, Cherkasy, where my mom still lives, and my dad is in Kherson region, just...
Jun 2, 2024
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May 17, 2024
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