"I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and unc...
Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness…
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Photo by Ian Turnell
Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim pl...
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