Trafika Europe 5 - Slovenian Interlude

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In place of her amputated breasts she had a picture tattooed. An angel flew down on its upside-down sky. Outside it snowed. The stone was rolled away, the angel sat at the entrance to the cave. She sank into squinting nighttime light: how lucky she never gave birth. Six months after the first surgery her stomach was cut open. They removed whatever the chemo left on the aorta and veins, all the lymphomas and nodes. She was cold in the operating theatre. A needle injected her with sleep. The last thing she saw was a hand; she fell into a tight cocoon filled with viscous

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