Operating Theater
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My palms are dripping wet like condensation on a glass on a scorching summer’s afternoon. I wipe them off once more on my apron, but to little avail of drying them. The room is filled with white noise, but I cannot make any sense of it. I should be hearing the primitive fan droning in […]

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Ikimono-gatari
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Amber poured in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the classroom floor. Once in a while, the scent of lavender was carried in by the occasional breeze, innocently mixing with the smell of dust; it was the fragrance of memories cradled by summer haze. When I tipped my head back and closed my […]

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