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Lucas’s Story
Angie, come close to the prison walls, come see what you are doing to me…She is walking towards me. I see her clearly now.
Angie, come close to the prison walls, come see what you are doing to me…She is walking towards me. I see her clearly now.
The evening was like a monochrome painting but not sufficiently dark enough to hide the maliciously churning skies and dangerously swaying trees. The silhouette of a Church appeared in the distance. Odzun. And somewhere beyond its dome was the outline of a mountain. Hell was brewing outside. Lightning flashed incessantly and rains would follow
At some point after Safak’s expression permanently changed to depression, I lost every interest in coats. The moment of obsession had safely passed.