«But, the more she chased it, the more it got away
from her, the harder she tried to make it work, the faster it broke apart and
disappeared into thin air. Every time she thought she was close to her
destination, a succession of unpredictable and improbable events, seemed to
converge together, making her lose her way, and all her efforts to grasp its
essence would end ingloriously, without leaving a visible trace, condemned to
slowly fade away like an old photograph neglected by time. »
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 7
« Love is the triumph
of imagination over intelligence.»
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