It was the love that disquieted her, for it was the kind of love that doesn't know when to leave itself to memory.
-- Rita Leganski, The Silence of Bonaventure Arrow
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Poppy
It was the love that disquieted her, for it was the kind of love that doesn't know when to leave itself to memory.
-- Rita Leganski, The Silence of Bonaventure Arrow
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