Cyrillic characters slap-sketched through pages of a picture book. One gorgeous woman with kind eyes. I send mail by carrier pigeon a couple miles over the bridge. I squelch growing hope under jackbootde heels. We exchange letters and numbers. We talk of Estonia and Russia, potato fields and pig farms. A thousand echoes between us across endless snow fields of introversion and mismatched values.
1:13 p.m. - 2017-07-17
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