Tag: heart
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STOLEN WEEKEND
Hustle and bustle. Amongst it all I sit alone. Many come and go: commuters, tourists, pleasure seekers and shoppers. Smiling faces and laughter, serious looks with purposeful strides, blank expressions and automatic motions: all accumulate into the life of the station. The whistle signals an arrival. Her arrival. Loud squealing brakes and steam fill the…
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FARAWAY, SO CLOSE
Now so calm, so peaceful. Even beautiful. Pink sky and blue clouds reflected in the deep blue water. But she could no longer see beauty in the world. Not here, looking out where the Makassar Strait met the Celebes Sea. The violence of the tsunami was gone now. The serene water held the dead below.…
Iain Kelly 