"They were all fitting into place, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I had tried to piece together with my fumbling fingers and they had...
Truth was something intangible, unseen, which sometimes we stumbled upon and did not recognize, but was found, and held, and understood only by old people near their death, or sometimes by the very pure, the very young.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Truth was something intangible, unseen, which sometimes we stumbled upon and did not recognize, but ...
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