published on: 2017-02-16 16:06:03
To unpathed waters; to undreamed shores.
“This is the story I am working on. But it isn’t
sumisa-lily: “The man comes closer. I recognise him. It’s
“How without mercy and without blame we have all of us been.
“A door in my chest opens with an unfamiliar happiness. In
“What is it that tells you to make a memory? I can’t