by Clarice Lispector, Alison Entrekin, Benjamin Moser
““Why call myself a dead leaf when I am just a man with his arms folded?”
“Why call myself a dead leaf when I am just a man with his arms folded?”
The title of the book should have gave me more of a clue as to how it was going to near my own Wild Heart. It's been a few days since finishing thi...
