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Maria Matios
Sweet Darusya (Novel Excerpt)
It was so nice there – that it was almost
terrifying, the way, perhaps, a weightless
soul is before the gates of heaven. White as
though woolen snows lay from the top to the
bottom as an immovable shroud, sewn just
by the black peaks of the silver fir and beech
forests, and tattered in patches of warm
settlements above which a fragrant smoke
curled.