August 2011
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July 2011
21 posts
Contemporary Ambivalence: On Seeing the 100%... →
divakoza:
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can’t bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She’s…
seriouspleasures:
my sisters
what would i do without them
