The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.
— Clarice Lispector
Near to the Wild Heart
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved
The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.
— Clarice Lispector
Near to the Wild Heart
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved