October 28, 2007 – Natalia A.

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again. – William Shakespeare. I breathe on the window and my breath condenses. I step away, and the foggy film shrinks back on itself. The glass remains unchanged. I can see the street again, and the marmalade light of the lamp shining on a gray-haired woman hastily tying upContinue reading “Love letters, part two”