Status Updates From Laughter in the Dark

Магда упиралась слепому в грудь, под-нимала глаза к небу с комической резиньяцией

“…they had just slid past him, leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing quite impossible to capture.”

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