women who cut their hair
Author: sarah
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in this city we once called home
in this city we once called home are there places you still can’t go? afraid the shadows’ll pull you down their dark chasms? circle the perimeter, hold a finger to its invisible fence the border between past and present between what ifs and might have beens and what ares and what is will it shock […]
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Vorarlberg
In Vorarlberg the church bells ring on the hour and sometimes on the quarter and the half hour. On certain evenings they chime and reverberate throughout the whole city for almost fifteen minutes, filling the cobblestones beneath my feet and the air of the narrow streets with an energetic, musical pulse that melds with the […]
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untitled poem
reading a well-written story — you know like the kind that gets published in these journals– is like being transported back to long family road trips where you fall asleep in the back of the car, head tilted against the glass, soft hum of tire riding pavement blends with the hush of mom and dad’s […]
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Grüßdi öos Öoosterreich
Greetings from Austria! A long overdue update about my life over the past couple of weeks….
Sarah the Adventurer 