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'My Dreams, My Clouds, Your World' - a short story
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'My Dreams, My Clouds, Your World' - a short story by Amir Saleem It's a long endless road. I don't know where is it taking me but I am running along with it. I am not running because I want to but because I have to. It's been a long run and I am worn out, still I have to run. His is New York. The city of high-rises, proud and loud, big and brash. I arrived here a few days ago, as an illegal immigrant. There was no legal way out, I am sorry for that. I desperately wanted to come here; I wanted my dreams to come true. I brought my dreams with me into another dream___ New York. It was my dream. After arriving here I had nowhere to go. I looked around in complete bemusement and concluded that I was a misfit here. But soon this notion died away as...
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