"Here the children have a custom. After the celebration of evil they take those vacant heads that shone once with such anguish and glee and throw them ...

A place with no handholds,no landmarks,no past at all:That would have been too much like dying
~ Margaret Atwood ~












A place with no handholds,no landmarks,no past at all:That would have been too much like dying

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