Writing is prayer.

“In the mountains our throats become free. It's a wonder we don't break into son…”

“This afternoon the pain occasioned by my loneliness came upon me so piercingly …”

“There's no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not a…”

“It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, a…”