8 thoughts on “the memory of: 3am, January 23, Istanbul

  1. You paint such sorrow, or wistfulness, or fullness of rich memory… It’s so subtle and yet all-consuming. I really do enjoy you words… and turning them to my own meaning. Thank you

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