SePia By Nadia Jalil
Yesterday I drowned myself in sepia Wallowed in the gazes of wistful young ladies with hourglass figures and men with pomade in their hair.
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So this is time a vessel from which blood spills, one body to another, sifted by memories. Today I forced myself to come up for air.
Oppposite page: Angel by Alice Fyfe, painting (acrylic on canvas)