Author: Allorianna Matsourani
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Butterflies
November 3 Dear Sofia, When I saw you standing at the ship’s railing that morning, watching the sunrise on the horizon, I couldn’t move. ... -
From Clodhoppers To Satin Slippers
It was early Monday morning. My mom, Geree, and I were having coffee. Our favorite spot was the little coffee shop several blocks away ... -
Sunset In Cascais
“Too bad Cat didn’t want to see the Parque Marechal Carmona.” Marta set aside the Cascais guide book and winked at David. “Maybe we ... -
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Forbidden Union
The old man stood against the back wall in the small room, watching his wife tend to Makara. He knew she would soon ask ... -
The Boy In The Woods
Lee Anne closed her eyes. The afternoon sun warmed her face as she gripped the chains tighter and pumped her legs harder. Her efforts ... -
Highway 13
It was the middle of July. Humidity saturated the hot afternoon air, turning it into a steamy sauna. I had crossed the Chesapeake Bay ...
