“What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.”
- Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
brokering a truce with life
I clung to the shoulders of arguably the handsomest man I saw in Colombia, as we roared down the highway on his motorbike. Soaked in th...
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