Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

22 July, 2008

Last spring, an old friend of mine said he and his partner would be visiting me here in July. Only, doesn't seem like it now, as it's the end of the month and they aren't talking to me. Also, my first husband, the rapist, is moving to their town to be around them. I guess it's time to write him off. Again. Only, this is the last time.


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