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Breakfast With The Quack Pack
Hi everyone! Today’s weather is lovely, so I decided to have breakfast in the park. Humming a tune, I bustled around the kitchen to prepare my meal—a toasty sandwich, a cup of freshly brewed aromatic pistachio coffee, and some fruit slices. After packing everything into a bag, I headed toward the door.
By Staringale9 months ago in Poets
A Room That Forgot How to Echo
The clock in the hallway hadn’t ticked in three years. But Mia still wound it every Sunday morning, like muscle memory that refused to forget. The same way she left the porch light on at night. The same way she kept his shoes by the door.
By Shakil Sorkar9 months ago in Poets
