Anne Blonstein | Akateeminen Kirjakauppa

we are i and my spooky sister. we invade the silence of sounds. he wrote: i dream every day and, really, they are always beautiful dreams she dreamt of a road that knows only the horizon. she dreamt of a hug that was hotter than chillies. she dreamt of a ceiling of butterflies. from The Butterflies and the Burnings