"She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up into...
If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd...
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