Tag: Love Stories
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Whispers in the Mountains
Why do I study her? These are the questions I always ask myself. Deep down, I want to know what her heart thinks. Is it me or the problems of her day? Her fingertips tracing the rim of a coffee mug made of recycled materials reminds me that souls can be reborn repeatedly. Even when…
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What Lives in The Wind.
By Lataurus Black You are awake, and I am here. Even with your eyes closed, lying in bed, your heart remains awake, restless. As the voices of life slow down and you wrap yourself in the comfort of your bed, I remain sitting atop the mountain in silence. The roads here stay untouched, free from…
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Journey to You
By Lataurus Black 10:48 a.m. I find myself sitting in a small café, looking out the window. The traffic is terrible. The bumper-to-bumper cars make me wonder where everyone is going. Is it home or work? I wonder if any of those drivers are also searching for answers, perhaps trying to find a moment of…
Lataurus Black
All words and photos are from me. Using A.I. is just a word without emotions—land with no water. My words come from my heart. I hope they touch yours.
Lataurus Black
