The Tent
They are out of shots. They got in the car and drove out of the stunned city on Tuesday, thinking that this way at least they wouldn’t get anyone else sick. The baby is quiet, breathing deep, ragged, seldom, and last night as they zipped up the tent against the wind (it’s early autumn, [...]

Posted on November 16th, 2006 by Chiara
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