Lost...
Lost...
Dear Chernobyl,
Do not hide under closets anymore. They lead to dusty leather and ruined images.
Images of which I treasure.
Pictures.
Photographs.
Is there.... A difference between images, pictures, and photographs?
I think what would best suit what I talk about is photographs.
Photographs of me. Photographs of Katyusha. Big brother's photographs. Photographs of Toris and his friends. Photographs of all of us.
Not so happy photographs.
If ever for one second, all of us were smiling, some one should take a photograph. Immediately. And I will treasure the photograph forever.
—Наталя
6:01 pm
11/5/2018
outside, the warm and cozy
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