Of all these bodies, too, she borders on the contours, she draws the void. She caresses them, skinned alive, bits of pitcher, she dresses them, a man of paper, a man of wood, a man of land, a man of bast. A lightweight blanket that pervades these facets.
Paris Par Rues Méconnues
2017-02-22T12:20:24+01:00
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