We Save Each Other

Aletheia Pistis Sophia

“I went to Rome for the holiday…

When Renzo arrived, I no longer cared that he was hours late, or why he hadn’t picked me up. By then my fever was 104, and I asked him to take me to a hospital.

But instead, he carried me to the car and took me to his mother, who didn’t like me. I was an Americana Puttana to her, but he delivered the woman he loved to the other woman he loved, and she immediately took

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I write about creativity, loving, language learning and psycho/spirituality. I’m a longtime painter and reader.

David Price

I write about creativity, loving, language learning and psycho/spirituality. I’m a longtime painter and reader.