And he entered the giant ballroom. "What an immaculate Black Suit!", they all said. And, he danced and smiled and laughed with them. Eventually, the hall was empty and he stood watching the dying music. "Where to now, Sir", the chauffeur asked."Back to the funeral", he replied sprucing up his Black Suit of mourning. Follow… Continue reading THE BLACK SUiT
And the page lay on the grave, the dead seemed to read and absorb each word written on it. Nothing could destroy the ink, not even the overnight rain. There are things that remain, and have always been, always present even after catastrophes and nature’s furies, just like the letters on that page. The… Continue reading THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX
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