All right, so what if we live in flammable land? There’s always a fire, always houses lost, lives misplaced. But nobody packs up and moves to safer pastures. They just wipe their tears and bury their dead and make more children and dig in their heels. Why? We have our reasons. What are they? Don’t ask me. Ask the ash that sits on your nose
Fraction of the whole - steve toltz
загружено 14 июл, 2018 Copyright by Milad Eslamzadeh
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