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Evening’s Enigma: Echoing the Literary Greats
As dusk enfolds the city, her figure evokes Woolf’s reflective protagonists, set against a chiaroscuro backdrop Dickens might envision. The moon casts a Byron-inspired glow, highlighting her Austen-like anticipation and Hardy’s resolve. This photographic sonnet blends the timeless with the everyday, inviting us into the narrative tapestry of life. Continue reading
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Does Radiohead’s Music Touch Your Hidden Loneliness?
Imagine the echoes of a distant melody weaving through the silence of a lockdown evening, a melody that not only fills the room but also stirs the soul. This is the world of Radiohead – a journey not just through music, but through a tapestry of human emotions and thoughts. Continue reading
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Time Unbound: A Reflection on Life Beyond the Watch
In a realm unshackled from the relentless march of time, where life flows unmeasured, we discover freedom. Liberated from the tyranny of ticking hands, each moment blossoms, full and unbounded, allowing us to wander through days with the unhurried grace of a leaf adrift on a tranquil stream. Continue reading
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Summer’s Repast: A Tableau of Melancholy and Memory
In the quiet repose of an afternoon, the remnants of a solitary repast lingered upon the table, a tableau of humble yet intimate delight. A bowl of watermelon, hewn into rustic cubes, lay amidst a scatter of feta, a juxtaposition as striking as the convergence of memories and the present that often haunted my thoughts. Continue reading
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From Snow to Slush: A Winter’s Day Indoors
Upon this morn, a blanket white and pure,Did softly lay upon the world outside.Within my home, I worked, my heart secure,While snowflakes danced, in waltzes, far and wide. The hearth was warm, the light was soft and low,As fingers flew on keys, in steady streams.Outside the glass, a wintry, gleaming show,Inside, a haven for my Continue reading
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