Tag: verse
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A Coffee Pause Between Two Worlds
The steam rose slowly, soft, hesitant, as if unsure of the morning air. It floated upward, disappeared, and returned, a cycle as brief and delicate as my pause between two meetings. I held the paper cup with both hands—not for its warmth, but because it anchored me. Out there, I belonged to a world of…
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Wading with Musa
Tell them you follow Musa. That we must walk through the valley of the shadow of death before reaching Tuwa.