Thirty Seconds Tales #21: The Reader

She was like an oasis of quietude in an ocean of cacophony. Bent upon a book, meditating on the world that its gossamer words must have woven around her like a cocoon, she exuded a calm that did not pervade, neither did it intrude upon the bustle around her. It ensconced her like an eggshell…

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Slow Down

Slow down!   There’s no race, really; no tag, no certificate, no gold stars or trophies that can justify the loss of your precious time or life. There’s no wad of greens or plastic, that can count as more important than yourself and those you call ‘yours’. Your achievements, your degrees, your Porsche, yourΒ Armanis, your…

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