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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The light is burning my eyes

There is a hole in the roof. The light is burning my eyes. I prefer not to open them. The sorrow in my chest is unbearable. Ksenija Spanec

( I was beginning to lose faith. The Institute is colossal, but so far I haven't had any contact with other human beings.)


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