Sunday, December 8, 2019
Thursday, December 5, 2019
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
All lines of your hand come together at this one moment.
I hope that destiny does not draw out the black scissors.
I hope the sparks that dance over your finger tips are not quenched by the rain...
(freely translated from a poem by Amanda Aizpuriete)
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