"I am collecting beautiful objects... they are made of.. felt with apparent stitches, they are delicate and their appearance is friendly and they are quiet. [She] made them and I will expose them in an exhibition.
She smiles I bend over a rock trying to reach her. My stomache compresses. It hurts.
"Can you hold my hand? I can't sleep:"
She takes it."
24.5.08
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