Twenty-Three FloorsLiving on the twenty-third floor was a bloody pain. I don’t like the lift, going down the stairs was bad enough, but walking up them was...
Like HeavenI run through the tall fields of corn stalks; they slap my hands and face as I pass. Rosy cheeks, the sun shines on my brow, I wipe a...
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