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Untranslateable
Gone in a flash, in an instant, in a moment and all I have left are the memories of a time and place that never were. I can see your too-blue eyes and I can taste the smoke on your … Continue reading
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Toska/Saudade
In another language, another lifetime, in another place, if I were someone else and not me I would be able to find the words that mean homesick for an idea. Homesick for the remembrance of something lost. I would be … Continue reading