Fragments of life, Short Stories by Joe Caccamo
THE RACE IS ON I moved to Venice yesterday. A woman smiled at me as I walked into Café Gratitude. I bought a pyrite crystal at a yoga center on Lincoln I happened by on my walk home. Pyrite is supposed to be a protective stone, blocking out negative energies and repairing any tears in […]
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