O Marìa, bela Marìa pijèrmi mi… I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and I’m not here. Everything’s gone sepia, the music from the speakers no longer digital but analogue. Pale gauze curtains sweep across the window in wind turned autumnal. I stare at my reflection. I’m thinner, younger. The white shirt I’m […]
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