décembre 2010
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Sarah of the faint smile
The rain is pouring against her window and she opens her eyes. She sits up and looks out into the dark and cold day. She still sleeps on the left side of the bed – out of nostalgia, not out of habit. She smiles lightly when she thinks about the difference.
She takes a hot shower. And unlike some hair care obsessed people she once knew, she doesn’t take that long. On the contrary, she’s out just as...
