Up the hill, where the top kisses the sun, you can find Ilie’s little home hanged by the sky. The blue mudbrick walls support a porch filled with pots and memories. There’s no sound breaking the silence of the place, only a few birds chirping here and there. Ever since Ana left, Ilie’s heart has been petrified. He slowly piles us his loneliness in a tobacco leaf and fills his lungs with it more …
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