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Your eyes closed, your chest slowly moving with every beat of your breath; Your lips slightly parted as if about to whisper out a tale;...

The glass is shattered. It’s pieces fall. The loud splintering fills the hall. Its sound is the sound of tears, silent and muffled behind...

The Art of The Justice Strike Have you ever felt like high-fiving someone in their face, hard, with an open palm? Meting out justice and...