The Latvians Stir Ghosts
Issue #119
Winter 2012-2013
When I saw her in her urban kitchen— thin and smart in her charity-shop green dress— a glass wall was between us polished spotless with some soft cloth of mistrust. All winter she’d lived up the hill in the gray...
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