Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.
Tan Twan EngA raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.
Tan Twan EngMemories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.
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