"It’s hard for me to believe that I will die. Because I’m bubbling in a frigid freshness. My life is going to be very long because each instant is. The...
I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is ...
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