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“The day wanes until the sun is caught once more in the net of the darkening sky. I struggle ahead of the cart now, into the tracks. I pretend the wind covers his words, that I cannot hear him. Ice cuts through the canvas rags on my feet, but still my curiosity about these footprints compels me. I pretend to stumble, and I fall to the ground so my face is close to the trail.”

— from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO SOURCE: yama-bato: Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz, Zima, 1901–1902
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“The day wanes until the sun is caught once more in the net of the darkening sky. I struggle ahead of the cart now, into the tracks. I pretend the wind covers his words, that I cannot hear him. Ice cuts through the canvas rags on my feet, but still my curiosity about these footprints compels me. I pretend to stumble, and I fall to the ground so my face is close to the trail.”

 

— from the novel Sinful Folk

 

 

PHOTO SOURCE: yama-bato: Stanisław Ignacy Witkiewicz, Zima, 1901–1902

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Source: http://sinfulfolk.com