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I Sat Down and Cried at The Pigalle Metro Stop
From a street nearby, I wrote you letters. For months they were kept in a box near the door, stacked up and waiting. I wish I knew where...
Angela Stubbs
Oct 5, 20181 min read
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The Impracticability Of Silence
A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know...
Angela Stubbs
Oct 5, 20181 min read
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