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Intuition

           Butterflies In My Stomach by Mertim Gokalp Intuition, slips into my mind like fog on the moors. Sometimes, it sits perched on my shoulder, a dreaded messenger, I don’t want to listen to. Small pebbles fill my insides, then … Continue reading

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