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Irene Suchocki via Poppy talk.

The night was over. When the sun rose, she thought, her moment would be over, this marvellous moment of peace and forgiveness granted her by a forgiving God. She crouched again the sill, cramped and motionless, clutching on to her last renmants of happiness, her mind as clear as the sky itself. But why, this [...]

Jennifer Poon via burning violin.