They meant something in my... «Famesick: A Memoir»
AnastasiyaDmitrieva87812 мая 2026•Видна всемThey meant something in my eyes: After so long spent as two solitary wells to nowhere, two black holes of need, they were simply brown again. They meant I could sit without folding and refolding my limbs, that my voice didn’t start to wane toward the end of a meal. They meant I had waited it out—minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, year by year.
That’s what I mean when I say I’ve survived.
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