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nothing means anything but the night sky, all those dead stars still glinting.
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nothing means anything but the night sky, all those dead stars still glinting.
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Keep readingGet your storytelling travel guide TIMISOARA 23: 23 SECRETS on Amazon (available worldwide)
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Read my articles, travel essays, poems in Liternet, Contributors, Contrasens

Read my “long short story” Soil in The Write Launch

Read my flash fiction Fish in Beyond Words Literary Magazine

Read my article Street Sweeping for Neurotics in DER SPIEGEL

Read my multimodal travel essay Corsica in Photo Travel Romania

Read my viral article Rămasul și întorsul în țară in Dilema Veche Romania

Read my telegram Mamă de băiat în era #metoo in Unfinished Love

Read my short autofiction Fetița din fața oglinzii in O mie de semne

Read my short story Străinul in LiterNautica

Read my story O prietenie pe viață in Revista Familia

Read my story Viscolul in Cod de poveste
