Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

telling her Arab friend, as war is waging, “I wish you the best.”

She married late at fifty four, in love with a historian but soon slipped off her husband’s shoulders, back on the road. She wrote again – a final sojourn, to Afghanistan. From her hundredth birthday, her bones hungered for the dust from which they rose; she breathed her last quietly, sating her thirst on her beloved sand at the graveyard in Asolo.

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