The F.S. Chronicle

A Plume of Love

05.19.17

The room was dark and silent, and he got up slowly after having woken up almost jumping. It was the middle of the night, and he felt tired. Perhaps he had had bad dreams, or maybe he heard a noise … Continue reading

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The Setting in The Forest

05.12.17

The world was so new for us then, that every place was a discovery. So much time has passed; so much time, that sometimes I wonder if some of those experiences really took place, or if it was me who … Continue reading

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Bygones of The Sea

05.05.17

The sea always called my name, or at least that’s what I would like to believe. Since an early age, I’ve been fascinated with that giant body of water, which felt so close but also so far. I fell in … Continue reading

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Ardor for the Past

04.25.17

Entering the room the man felt the weight of the past one more time; what was quotidian or even mundane once, had been transformed by a new light of nostalgia and longing. He heard their voices, their songs, their stories, … Continue reading

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