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@deraaa 0
3 days ago
Midnight Letters
The Art of Projection. Honesty . It is a luxury many of us cannot afford. Many a time, we lie to people, we lie to cover up, our guards up. There are so many reasons why people lie. Validation happens…
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@shiftrox 0
11 months ago
Hive Learners
[EN/PT-BR] Music and its lyrics: works of art that deserve respect. Unsplash ![
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@mbracho 0
8 months ago
Blockchain Poets
Cielos ajenos (Prosa poética) ★ Foreign skies (Poetic prose) Llegó con las manos llenas de semillas, creyendo que la tierra extranjera las abrazaría como promesas. Traía en los bolsillos mapas de sueños tejidos al ritmo de un acento nuevo…
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@mbracho 0
about 1 year ago
Soloescribe
Concurso #07 Es mi credo, Mujer || It is my creed, Woman Es mi credo, Mujer, que extiendas sin límites tus alas,remontando ríos, selvas, montañas; repartiendo a cada ser cuanto trozo de tu alm
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@phoenixwren 0
11 months ago
kindness
A Small Batch of Cards Hello friends! I'm back again with a small batch of cards to send to seniors today. Not a massive batch like last time , or really the time before since I made [a small number…
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@isbackayo 0
11 months ago
The Ink Well
Dear Helen Dear Helen, Happy posthumous birthday. I went to church today. It was a nice Sunday. The choir sang their hearts out, and they had a glorious voice. The pastor preached about…
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@mbracho 0
8 months ago
Literatos
Cada palabra tuya es una isla... || Every word of yours is an island... (Poema || Poem) Tus manos eranMi único país conocido,Tu risa,La moneda guardada bajo la lengua :Era el pago de los días grises.
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@omokhafue 0
5 months ago
Scholar and Scribe
Off a cliff. I find it hard to breathe just thinking about it. I lay sprawled on the soft mattress of my bed and stare up at the ceiling just thinking a
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