Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep
Where memory meets the page, one moment at a time.
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Two-wheel traveller, occasional worker, and quiet recorder of old moments. Writing vignettes, short pieces, and poetry about past lives, daily routines, and the space between memory and place.
Tag: Poem
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… a reminder that joy often arrives unplanned, like a sudden summer rain.
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Fledermausgauben lifting from the tiles,
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She was thinking in two different languages at the same time…
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Only later did I learn that dedicated tram enthusiasts have a name for travelling around just to see them: tram bashing.
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chalk‑dust light on our sleeves — fell in a cold so sharp it silenced everything,
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A traveler climbs a steep mountain, discovers quiet magic, and learns that true bravery lies within.