Januar 31, 2013
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Dezember 9, 2012
November 4, 2012
the wound that never heals
Long about an hour before sunrise she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river wrapped in a red velvet curtain stolen from the movie theater where she works. Quiet as a whisper, under the stanchions of a washed-out bridge she cuts him loose…and watches as the flood waters spin him around [...]
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