Your letters always smell of faded roses, my poor withered flower! Fine, delicate fragrances are like the memory of a treasured dream long gone. And now nothing can streak my heart like these fragrances that subtly, gently, yet persistently and irrevocably remind me of what my heart portends, and why I don’t want to, and […]
TATI’S TRANSLATIONS // Your Letters Always Smell of Faded Roses by Lesya Ukrainka — unbolt me
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