Then I discovered that there could never be a single “I” who could speak for me, I could only communicate an aspect of myself: sometimes more friendly, sometimes more contrarian.

The lovers she seems to pursue with her figurative language in fact retreat under the barrage of similes, metaphors and fables.

As to the Provincial Highway 29 at Namahsia District, eight road foundations were lost, but local residents use an alternative route for ins and outs.

His deep-set eyes and expression of general despair lend him a look of utter dissolution—very credibly, he is dying from sexual desire.