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  The White Daisy

  

  By beatricewonka, Jakarta, Indonesia

  When I was five, the white daisies in my backyard were almost taller than me. I remembered kissing the daisies, pretending they were my ballroom dancing partners, like the ones I saw on TV. I had named the tallest white daisy, Mr. White, for I believed that my prince charming would be as white and b...
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  Crackling of the Beetle’s Wing

  

  By beatricewonka, Jakarta, Indonesia

  I pace around the hearth, trying to keep myself up despite my weariness. I only have a petticoat on me and I’m starting to shiver in the cold even though it’s late autumn. I don’t want to give into sleep lest the dream will come haunt me again. It is that dream that I get when the memory se...