ANIKA ELIZ BABY

The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.


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  • As of This Morning,

    I woke up early, for the first time in a long time, and gulped down water. I watched the kittens struggling to walk, the brown one hiding behind the black one. Shy, much like me. I read something interesting about the ancient-ness of the Appalachian ranges in the US- Canada border, and wondered how the Continue reading

  • Baking Buns

    Baking Buns

    The yeast was not forming bubbles in the water. Not after five minutes, not even after ten minutes, and definitely not after I had finished reading two more chapters. But the yeast water definitely smelled like yeast. So I made a little hole right at the center of my flour and salt mixture, and drowned Continue reading

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