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“Looking at him Joana realised he was just a fat old man in the sun, his thinning hair unable to resist the breeze.” YES

I like it! 🧚‍♀️ She’s nuts!

‘—fever—result of—days wandering here and there—repudiating—loving the same things a thousand times over. Of those nights—dark—silent—tiny stars winking up high. The woman—on the bed—vigilant eye in the half-light. The hazy white bed swimming in darkness. Tiredness slithering through her body—lucidity fleeing the octopus—She—preferred a thousand times over that it was raining—would have been—much easier to sleep—’

I need to use 110% of my brain to keep track of what is going on