The Curious Adventures of the Travelling Suitcase
Curious adventures, random stories and sarcasm.
Monday, 12 August 2013
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I heard a tear yesterday.
It was the sound of a child being ripped from the eternal embrace of a loving mother.
Then it was the sound of a single, salty drop weighing heavily to the floor.
Absorbed.
Invisible.
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