There’s a garden in my bedroom.

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I have more leaves gathered in my bedroom than there are in the park, and that is just beyond my front door. I’m not a collector in any way. Well, I am when it comes to books and pin badges, but certainly not leaves. 

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Category: Creative Non-Fiction

The last dregs of hot air escaped his lungs like a bag pipe lost in the contraction of an overzealous player, hard pressed to mediate in a sea of sound. His aroused thinning lips moved into a state of rosy condolence, waving a dying colour of parting. 

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Category: Creative Fiction