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I only know that not even June comforts me anymore
I want to go back to Lisbon to take away an hour or a whole life. Return to the weightlessness of time now that June has disguised itself as November, instilling the suspicions of Lorca’s romance.
June, long ago, came seasoned with the scent of jasmine from the parterre of…
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