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- Angeli Picazo
- Philippines
- ...wandering without direction through the mists of solitude... - G.G.M
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A Good Night's Sleep
There is something in that pillow-laden, slightly sagging, dimly lit top bunk in my mother’s house that never fails to give me a good nig...
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Fave Posts
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- A Good Night's Sleep
- Surviving the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu
- Has It Been Four Years?
- Intoxication
- Hastening the Days
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- Jennica
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- Desolation
- Bereft of the People You Used to Wonder With
- Articulated Thought
- I miss school
- Habit of Poverty
- A Walk in the Rain
- Taming Demons
- A World of Their Own
- When Love Was New
- Love is Not Enough
- Silence
- I am a slacker.
- So Much Goes Unsaid
- Tired Muscles, Aching Feet and the Pilak Girls
Muffled Solitude by Angeli C. Picazo is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
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He/she probably missed attending his/her funeral by a day or two. ;)
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