Anna PerssonThe first days of late WinterSun Reach my face Plant kisses on meAug 19, 2021Aug 19, 2021
Anna PerssonI woke this morning and the city was quiet.Not an uncomfortable quiet — nor one with undertones of fear laced beneath its being. Neither did it feel a particularly relaxed, fully…Aug 18, 20211Aug 18, 20211
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