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Stories by Hazel Ann Tamayao
That Winter You Chose To Leave
"That winter you chose to leave, is the same winter I felt the coldest."
-Nieves
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The Cold Airs Of Santorini
And in that one winter when you laid your untold stories, were just you, me and the cold air of Santorini.
An...