A Thousand Splendid Suns.
January 2nd, 2012 § Leave a Comment
There, the future did not matter. And that the past held only this wisdom: That love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.
WordPress just sent me my annual report. Feel like porrfessional only siol.
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