"The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-c...
Your image has receded till it is like the thinnest shadow of the old moon... a thin silver edge appeared, and now you hang like a sickle over my life.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Your image has receded till it is like the thinnest shadow of the old moon... a thin silver edge app...
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