She didn’t call out; the thought of her own unheard voice seemed unbelievably sad. Across the room empty window frames held square pieces of twilight.
A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra
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She didn’t call out; the thought of her own unheard voice seemed unbelievably sad. Across the room empty window frames held square pieces of twilight.
A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra
Bewildered Creatures 