wanda

“That blank page at the beginning of a book? That’s me,” Wanda says and goes out the door. All that remains of her is a dent on my pillow. I visit her apartment, which is vacated, and she has never

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wanda

“That blank page at the beginning of a book? That’s me,” Wanda says and goes out the door. All that remains of her is a dent on my pillow. I visit her apartment, which is vacated, and she has never

/ July 10, 2013 / Leave a comment