"I touched his face. "Look," I said. "I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn't that enough?" "Yes, it is enough," he answered,...
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pu...
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