Epigraphs: 'in the heart's plantations we traverse a summer of tigers.' -- Pablo Neruda, Furies and Sufferings.
'Sometimes we loved each other so much we became inarticulate' -- Vita Sackville-West, letter to Vera Suferis.
'I stick like a white to
egg yolk, or an eskimo to his fur
joined to you.' -- Marina Tsvetayeva.