Friday, March 18, 2016

Hilary D Zamora writes and paints

I'd write lengthy prose which slightly soothed my pain. I wanted to keep to myself. And that is exactly what I did. Until one day, I’d vanished overnight, and just like that, I was gone. I didn't tell anyone I was moving across the country. I wanted to remain a mystery; I wanted to be a mirage. I wanted to leave them all wondering if I'd been just a dream. ~Hilary D Zamora

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