. . . I want to record all this, I want to write down that everything is all right, the end of the world is behind us anyway, no machine guns in sight, only the signs of another oncoming flood, it’s early, and at the other end of the train tracks she’s gradually woken up … Continue reading "A catalogue of farewells: Every Time We Say Goodbye by Ivana Sajko"
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