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"This morning I woke up and was fifteen years old. Each year is like putting a new coat over all the old ones. Sometimes I reach into the pockets of my childhood and pull things out."
[LITTLE BIRDS, 1º conto]
— Jul 28, 2024 08:43AM
[LITTLE BIRDS, 1º conto]
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Celeste Corrêa
is on page 171 of 176
"She told me that love is when a person introduces you to yourself for the first time."
["Conception"
— Aug 01, 2024 10:18AM
["Conception"
Celeste Corrêa
is on page 139 of 176
13/18 -" French Artist Killed Sunday´s Earthquake"
"She wondered if she had lived her entire life from under the collapsed building. That her life was imagined by a self she’d never fully known.
And then with the expediency of the dying, she immediately fell in love with the darkness and the eight seconds she had left in it—each second like a mouthful of food to a starving man."
— Jul 31, 2024 05:11PM
"She wondered if she had lived her entire life from under the collapsed building. That her life was imagined by a self she’d never fully known.
And then with the expediency of the dying, she immediately fell in love with the darkness and the eight seconds she had left in it—each second like a mouthful of food to a starving man."
Celeste Corrêa
is on page 107 of 176
"My wife is deaf. Once she asked me if snow made a sound when it fell and I lied. We have been married twelve years today, and I am leaving her."
[10/18 - Snow Falls and Then Disappears]
— Jul 30, 2024 09:46AM
[10/18 - Snow Falls and Then Disappears]
Celeste Corrêa
is on page 71 of 176
"My memories are arranged like puddles—they are littered throughout the present moment. It seems arbitrary, that which the mind remembers, but I know it is not."
[6º conto, The World Laughs in Flowers]
— Jul 30, 2024 04:12AM
[6º conto, The World Laughs in Flowers]
Celeste Corrêa
is on page 54 of 176
"After school as usual, he crossed Fifth Avenue and headed for the bench. Along the main path, a tourist laughed uncontrollably as he posed for a portrait. His girlfriend laughed, too; they kissed. At first, Edgar had thought tourists were foolish to want pictures for themselves and their loved ones, but after his mother died, he realized that memory needs all the help it can get, and things are sometimes like keys."
— Jul 29, 2024 07:18AM

