You could choose to listen to them all as separate entities or you could look at them all as a singular new.

A great fog holds the same silence as a great snow.

And, when you find yourself meeting people on street corners you must ask yourself why that is. What is your “God” trying to give you?

We were living.

I am always running late.

The Stories of the Saturdays in September.

It’s Friday, we are eating phở and talking of boys.