White
Lea Aini
1991
A day or two passed, but there was no sign of the two. A week later, the Bar-Mitzvah was supposed to have taken place already. He took his chair out of the shop and sat waiting in the doorway. In the mornings the sun still seduced him with its soft, egg-yolk fingers, and he responded to it with the pleasure of his caressed flesh, but in the…
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