Memories —> Witness

Sonya de Laat, Hamilton (ON, Canada)

I'm so afraid of meeting my memories...we breathed deeply of death. Cut down in their prime Redemption Running blindly we finally reached the marshes. Mille collines, mille colliques...every hill is a bad memory. I feel at home here. I will always tremble whenever I hear voices raised among the leaves of the banana groves

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