Sleep came to me like a thin tide of water. It would lap against my body but never submerge me. Hannah Kent, Burial Rites


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  1. Γιάννης Πολιτόπουλος3 November 2018 at 20:32

    Three steps to Angela's heart

    A hand touches the dream
    A smile breathes the colors
    A touch creates the limit

    Her art begins


    Yannis Politopoulos

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