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Tangled Spaces BlogThe wait- a short story. October 26, 2016. I know that I am dreaming. I am running. As fast as I can. My feet hurt. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not until I get my hands on her. I can hear her. Her ragged breath. She is tired. It’s dark. But I can still make out her dishevelled form. Her sari has come undone. Did I do that? I am momentarily transfixed in my dream. Amazed at how much I still remember. The gravelly road. Her orange sari. Our ragged breaths. But not for long. At least for her. They say t...
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