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Poison

Lately, I have been suffering all kind of adversities. Aside from my financial difficulties, some members of my family have been attacking me so fiercely and tenaciously that I could hardly breathe. The reason for their unwise obstinacy was the simple fact that I was not conducting myself according to their views. At first, their threats and insults filled me with …

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Musings

Lately, I have been spending too much time reading and writing or trying to write at the very least. Lately, I have been living in a hazy atmosphere crammed with thoughts and silent thoughts. When I read, I sometimes say a word out loud and the resonance of my own voice dazes me; it seems …

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A Room of My Own

For first time in years I am enjoying Christmas. It is neither painful nor lonesome nor a disquieting time, but a perfect blend of magic, warmth and peace. One of the best gifts of this year has been my ministudio. I moved here on November 15, when my former life was over and a new one …

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Serenity

I have finally started to feel this place as my own. My old house keeps popping up in my dreams; sometimes the bad dreams plunge me in panic, and fear and frost often wake me up in the nighttime. A couple of friends brought me from my storage a blender, a beautiful crèche and a winter quilt. Temperatures have dropped and …

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Family

I am still sad and some days I am not strong enough to leave my bed. It is too complicated to live in this tiny studio where every little movement requires thought and organization. Just making my bed or doing the dishes makes me stressful. So far the laundry is the worst chore. There is neither clothesline …

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Mourning

I am stricken with grief, stricken to the heart. I did not know it was possible to mourn for a house, for an old and wobbly house. It was my home, where memories, bad and good, lingered on, where numberless things— useful or impractical but always beautiful— lived in cozy and unexpected nooks. It was where …

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Helpless and hopeful

My parents shall soon arrive to spend August and the early days of September. My first reaction to this news was panic and in a few seconds I became so tense that my neck and my back throbbed in agony. Ten minutes later, unbearable pain descended – leaving me unable to walk. I dislike their company and the mere mention of …

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In the mood for Summer

It is a chilly summer. I do not complain, for I detest heat. The carcasses of ants cover my floor. They usually come in June, but this weather is confusing them. I have done some cleaning and arranged flowers in vases to give my home a dash of color, a dash of beauty, a dash …

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Reading and walking

After walking around the neighbourhood, I feel refreshed and full of autumn scents. Firewood, roasted chesnuts, wetness, tree resins and cleanness were absorbed by my nostrils while I kept a pleasant pace which took me to the tranquil waters where I swim slowly, feeling and enjoying  every little movement. The stroll has been like a …

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Time for roses

My bedroom furniture has been with me since I was a teenager. It is decorated with hand-painted roses and I used to hate it. Accepting myself also means embracing my surroundings; objects and landscapes speak of dreams and characters. I find these furnishings beautiful and romantic; years ago they were just prissy and only wished …

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