October 14: Varenjka B

October 14, 2010


Snow crunched as they entered the cemetery. Stars glittered. She felt safe with Ivan. Leaned in to kiss. He gripped, “Fresh blood, Master!”

Varenjka B @Elixir_V thinks translating poetry is like describing the Mona Lisa to a blind man. It can be done, but it’s just not the same

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