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Stranger’s House
Thank God, the children have grown — but while we were raising them, we grew old too. — devamını oku >
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Green Mercedes
He had worked day and night for years, all for the green Mercedes he’d always dreamed of. Just once, he wanted to recline in the back seat, pass through his neighborhood in style. — devamını oku >
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Cotton Candy
When I was small, I used to think clouds were made of cotton; I’d imagine myself lying on them. — devamını oku >
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Suitcase
He stepped through the creaking old door of an ancient mansion. Paying no mind to the door’s pain, he hurried up to his room. — devamını oku >
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Winter
Snow had fallen, I was freezing; the snow was freezing too. As it fell, it laid white strands across my hair. — devamını oku >
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Father’s Village
I’m at my father’s village, all alone, at midnight. I’m standing in front of the house we abandoned years ago — no light, no ember. — devamını oku >
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Chrysanthemum
Today, the scent of a chrysanthemum turned into a strange ache in my nose. I wanted to swallow; it knotted in my throat. — devamını oku >