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- Hello New York
Maybe it was the balding black guy with yellow teeth screaming in my ear as I walked past, that Jesus would be coming back and what are you doing to repent? by Jess Gill | NYC, United States
- Sand
The sound of sand shuffling while the sun beat down on us was all that could be heard. Some murmurs overlapped, of people talking, but mostly, it was quiet. by Jess Gill | Israel
- A Night in Paris
He bowed his head lightly, before moving closer to me on the dance floor, holding a beer in one hand. I forgot I was in four inch heels, had a sprained foot, and wore a tight dress that I would normally never wear out in daylight. by Jess Gill | Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
- This is Thailand
I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin. by Jess Gill | Thailand
- Everyday
I learn something new everyday. I find something new everyday. And I feel something new everyday. by Lori C. Brown | Jeju Island, South Korea
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