Maria spent three days scrubbing every corner of the house, as if her enemy weren’t dust but time itself—the time that had separated her from her son.
Three days Maria scrubbed every corner of the house, as if her enemy weren’t dust but time itself—the time that had separated her from her son. She woke before dawn, even though the bus wouldn’t arrive in the village until after lunch. She still couldn’t sleep. Andrei was coming home after five years in Germany. […]
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