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Personal Reflection

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by FATIMA MOHIUDDIN (Pakistan)

August 2022

The last move (the best move, the worst move, The Move) was almost four years ago

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by ANNE BLACKWOOD (United States)

August 2022

There is nothing profound about any of this. There is everything beautiful about all of this.

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by BRITNEY PHAM (Australia)

April 2019

The silence can be eerie

Dark, damp and cold

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by DIANA (Ukraine)

March 2022

Since Ukraine has been invaded, I feel that my inner world has been invaded as well. 

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by ROMAN (Ukraine)

March 2022

For more than a week I have not been able to hear the voices of my relatives.

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by YELYZAVETA (Ukraine)

March 2022

Lviv meets me with more air raid alerts, more panic attacks. 

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by VARVARA (Ukraine)

March 2022

there hasn't been a moment of silence since we set off. behind mea three-month-old baby.

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by ISABEL ALTAMIRANO (Canada)

April 2019

You always liked to watch the trains as they passed by, one after another, right on schedule. You liked the whooshing sound of the breaks as the train slowed into the station, and the whirring of the engine as it started up again.

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by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)

April 2019

I found love in the plastic heart of a run-down souvenir shop. Sweat had dried in a sticky landscape across my back, and I was out of breath from the sheer force of the midday sun, and I was standing in between . . . 

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by BIANCA NWOKEJI (Nigeria)

April 2019

Someone once asked me; "Bianca, why do you write?"

On hearing that, my lips arched with a flashed smile and I replied with complete honesty.

"Ever saw something so wrong but couldn't change it?

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by GRACE LOVE (Australia)

September 2019

We walked along the small terrace of grass, the blinding heat of the sun forgotten . . .

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by BAYA LAIMECHE (United States)

September 2019

She spoke with her hands, weaving stories out of air and breathing life into them . . .

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by MARGHERITA MORO (Italy)

December 2019

The grass stings my thighs and whispers at me to move my legs so that it may look upon the stars 

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by ELLA GREEN (New Zealand)

December 2019

I try to think of death as an ocean; uncharted and unknown, but vast.

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by SIRIN JITKLONGSUB (Thailand)

December 2019

These are the scents I will take with me when I leave this house.

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by MAISHA EUZEBE (Dominica)

April 2021

My best friend and I always talk about how we're going to change the world. 

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by ELIJAH LIU (Singapore)

April 2021

Water waits and wastes away in wilted states. It waxes and wanes in winter weather and slips away in the spring fever. 


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by IZRAHMAE SUICO (The Philippines)

July 2021

Today, nature is fit in an open, square bus window with Mama obstructing the moving, alfresco greenery. 

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by MAY ZHENG (United States)

September 2021

Lisa hasn't changed at all from the way I remembered her from the local library. 


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by BRIELLE YOUNG (United States)

September 2021

The story my grandfather told continues to shape me today. 


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by MAXWELL SURPRENANT (United States)

September 2021

I long for the day when lockdown ends and I can safely visit Evie again.