“I weep not with remorse, but for fear I won’t be able to satisfy my passion”. She said. The day it snowed in Istanbul, Garip killed Mahdi. It was Garip and Sofia who were madly in love once. This was in Odessa, but it all began when Saharan sand covered the city of Athens. Whose memory was it? Or will be?
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