Jakob Beer:
[narrating]
I tried to bury images, to cover them up with distractions, with attempts at love. By day, I entered the world, but at night, my mother, my father, Bella, simply rose, shook the earth from their clothes, and waited.
Jakob Beer:
To live with ghosts requires solitude.
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