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Ink eyesI see her in the corner of autumn, or in the passing of graveyards. A ghostly wind picks up the corner of her dress. She stands somber, sepia toned and peeling. Her hair is thickly textured, restrained by a net, pulled back out of her face. She looks too young for her eyes. They are wells, filled to the brim with thick, dark ink. She smells of salt and blood and long forgotten papers.Ink eyes
“заходити,” she says. Come in.
She’s the myth of my family. My great-great-great-great grandmother. She was widowed in the pogroms. She left her home and h
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