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31 January 2012
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If you buy Lyssa a carafe of ice wine, she’ll tell you about her collection of faces. These are special faces, masks of people she has been, swollen with magic and memory. She seems too young to say such things, but when you see the way time passes in her eyes, you start to wonder if it’s the masks that have been wearing her.

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  1. 31 January 2012 11:08 pm

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