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My mom was about to leave the room when she stood up and touched my grand mother’s little, elderly fragile … More

It was never the end, it was always the beginning.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go … More

“Είναι τετρημένη παρατήρηση πως άλλο ανάμνηση και άλλο μνήμη. Η ανάμνηση συντηρεί σαν φωτογραφίες εκείνα που αντιληφθήκαμε, δεν είναι παρά … More

He was shouting lost in agony “I can’t do this to my children”, “I can’t leave this house”. But his … More