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JasMINEs to AMadora

A SHORT STORY This piece attempts to see death in a new light, not as a shadow one might fear. JasMINEs to AMadora It was windy, the wind smelled of jasmine: sweet and pleasant. I smelt it from some distant place, but to me it felt near as though the fragrance was evaporating from me,Continue reading “JasMINEs to AMadora”