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She wondered why people still defined them small gestures. A word at the right time, a caress, a smile, a kind gesture. She believed that kind and discreet gestures were never small, she found the were precious and extraordinary. Then again most people considered important the things that she always found superfluous. Flowers on Valentine’s Day, Christmas presents, engagement rings. People labelled their feelings as if they couldn’t be true without definition and public recognition. She never needed labels for anything, and less of all she needed to label her feelings. She knew what was true and what wasn’t, and there was anything truer than the way she felt when he held her in his arms. She was happy to leave labels to other people. Very happy.2016-03-29 22.51.16

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This is my writing blog! I'm a 30 years old Sardinian girl living in (old) York. If I had to define myself in a few words I'd say: writer, reader, daydreamer, over thinker. I'm currently studying Creative Writing and English Literature at York St John's University and I'm interested in short stories and novel writing, journalism and international politics. I write all the things I can't say out loud. I love everything music. I hate intolerance, racism, small-minded people and every kind of discrimination. I speak Sardinian, Italian, English; I'm currently studying Spanish and I'm always willing to learn more languages.

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