"But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.
She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her moo...
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