
“Her nightmares follow her out of bed.” *** The girl has the same silence as a pigeon drenched in rainwater, leaves drenched in rainwater, a man locked in rainwater, shadows in rainwater. Dusk makes everything quiet; the mango tree by the roadside is watching calmly as I, an old man, clutch in my arm a […]
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