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I have to keep telling myself you are 14 years old. This is beautifully and expertly written. The imagery jumps off the page.

oh my god, i LOVE your details like the thumb brushing against the dream catcher, and how this captures the feeling of september so so well. you are a lovely, lovely writer :)

I could feel mei's pain and could smell the nasty polluted air great description!

I enjoyed your piece of writing. Well done.

Congratulations, your writing is excellent.

The word reconciles sensitivity and writing in a calm and confidential time frame that encourages reflective perception. After dawn, writing will wake up, the need for a lyrical flow that leaves a record of life with rhythm returns. As if the word connected the transitory with the most elemental, there is no formal pretense, only the beautiful rhythm of a journey of vital affirmation, in the space of which the traces of tenderness are diluted, the ephemeral preludes of what moves.
The poet reflects on his own identity through memory. To trace time is to hear the mother's voice again, to fly into youthful dreams and learn the blurred calligraphy of emotions, the vanity of life and beauty that slowly transforms into a cold mist, on pages of a fragile memory in countryside: "Life passes, like the jasmine flower."

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yesssss. can't wait to read more