05-06-19.01.16

it was night when she came, with a collection of enhanced pictures

of those days.

it was night, but it was bright: she was there, and she was mine.

rephrasing each moment

as she cut out square pieces of photographic paper–they weren’t there before:

there was nothing, there is more.

 

 

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Author: claudiamay

claudiamay é formada em Letras pela Universidade Estadual de Ponta Grossa, Mestre e Letras - Inglês pela Universidade Federal de Santa Catarina, Doutoranda em Letras - Inglês pela UFSC.

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