Trinity Journal of Literary Translation
Online: Aviva-No *** Whose time is it like metal, retaining cold and lightning. And why should I live it, placed on the chest any attempt to escape will rupture the aorta. (Object, 1) 6. She had a heart heavier than the ocean my mother and it sank. Do you feel the desert in your bones? The sunken ships, stuck
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trans. Yael Segalovitz