Original work THE AFTERNOON WAS RATHER SULTRY, so I stepped out of the studio and smoked a cigarette. I also felt I needed a drink, so I bought beer from the store nearby. It was already almost seven in the evening, and yet many students were still passing by. I perched on the seat under the flickering lamppost and listened to the cacophony of the city. I took a grateful swig of the beer, and...
The Young Woman’s Photographs (translation)
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