Fiction
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Lost
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It was hot. And humid. I’d been walking in the jungle for an undefined number of hours and was getting tired and dehydrated. The little water left in my backpack was a loud alert that I should get out of that place quickly. I knew, when I planned this adventure, it could be dangerous and…
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Portraits of the unexpected
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The bedroom is suddenly filled with the soft, relaxing sound of flowing water and leaves shaken by a gentle breeze. The blinds at the windows start to allow some light inside and the warm rays of the rising sun hit my face. As I slowly open my eyes, a familiar voice announces that this new…