honey in the wound – jiyoung han
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“No, our parents can’t leave. They belong to this mountain, and the mountain will care for them in its own way. But you and I are different. We can still go somewhere human destruction can’t follow us.”
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Letting her tears fall into his palms, she said, “Rub this into our parents’ feet while they sleep, and their souls will not run from their bodies. But don’t tell anyone I was here or the medicine won’t work.”
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am citit “un veac de singuratate” acum multi ani, iar scriitura imi aminteste de sentimentele acelei lecturi – voce evocativa, de poveste la gura focului, in balansoar, si un univers mistic, cu magie…
Impresie. Albastru inefabil... 