POLAND

This place called Poland. It was only a word without meaning. A colored space on a map. Never would I think of Poland in terms of my own life. But life takes you to spaces on a map and colors all the days that follow. Poland. My heart aches to know a time that was and is not now. Nor will be again. Haunted by a mystery. Left with so few memories. Each a book upon a shelf. Pictures on brick walls. She is there and I am not.

Sister, Good and Centered Woman ,
Napisała Diana Zimmerman, która przez krotki czas gościła w Polsce i Vagina Cafe.

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