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category.kurguA Plate of Pasta
The sky is rumbling above me. Sometimes it roars, and sometimes it weeps. As I watch its tears and hear its sobs, my heart aches, yet I also find a s...
category.yaratici-deneysel-yazito Struggle
He was tired—very tired. He had taken on the burden of life, his shoulders thoroughly slumped; that unpleasant sparkle that emotions had long failed t...
category.yaratici-deneysel-yaziYou and The Cold Winter Nights
Good morning, good morning; to those whose existence clings tightly to roots in the soil! And good night to the people who imprison their dreams in th...