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Anna Akhmatova

Faces appear, are washed away, Dear today and tomorrow far off. Why did I once turn down the corner of this page? Now the book always opens To the same place. And then it’s strange: It’s as if from the moment of farewell, The years have not passed beyond recall. — Anna Akhmatova, from “Imitation… Continue reading Anna Akhmatova

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