
Category: Creative Writing
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A poetic story. Let me know what you think!
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French translation follows
I hadn’t done this in a long time: laying down on the soft grass, looking up to the bright blue ceiling God created during the first days of Genesis.
Instead of taking pictures, I decided to take a break, breathe and pay attention to every detail.
I felt safe and calm and at peace. Not one thought came to mind as soon as I started focusing on nature, God’s perfect, organized beauty.
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Last week, after I was done work, I tried calling my parents, but none of them picked up the phone.
Then I thought of calling any of my friends, but I knew they wouldn’t pick up as well: blame it on the busy life.
But then again, they might not necessarily be busy. They might not be my friends after all.
And when those people don’t pick up, I usually call you because I know you will. You always have time for any of your loved ones.
But as I was starting to dial your number, I realized you won’t pick up the phone.