Posts Tagged: compassion
07.17
You must be Julia, said Beth. Of course she is, said Gaia. Julia kept drawing. We were waiting for you since this morning. She gestured towards the boy and the girl with the dark marks around their eyes. We’ll sit
07.17
You must be Julia, said Beth. Of course she is, said Gaia. Julia kept drawing. We were waiting for you since this morning. She gestured towards the boy and the girl with the dark marks around their eyes. We’ll sit
07.13
Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They
07.13
Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They
07.02
Upon those who step into the same rivers, different and again different waters flow, said Gaia. Julia listened quietly, her eyes focused on the candle’s dancing flame.
07.02
Upon those who step into the same rivers, different and again different waters flow, said Gaia. Julia listened quietly, her eyes focused on the candle’s dancing flame.
06.86
For days after their first bite of the wonderful fire-hot pizza, Gaia’s and Julia’s mouths felt sore and numb. As hot as it was, how could the girls not eat it right away?
06.86
For days after their first bite of the wonderful fire-hot pizza, Gaia’s and Julia’s mouths felt sore and numb. As hot as it was, how could the girls not eat it right away?
06.82
Fourth floor said the large, bald man. Thank you, said the girls at the same time. Julia kept Gaia’s hand in hers while waiting for the elevator.
06.82
Fourth floor said the large, bald man. Thank you, said the girls at the same time. Julia kept Gaia’s hand in hers while waiting for the elevator.
06.74
Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most
06.74
Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most
06.54
The world isn’t out there, Frank said with a wide gesture of his arm, the world as you see it has been invented by people not smarter than you. It is not something for you to see, nor a place to
06.54
The world isn’t out there, Frank said with a wide gesture of his arm, the world as you see it has been invented by people not smarter than you. It is not something for you to see, nor a place to
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