“How can the photo of a flower hurt so much?
If your photos, Sara, had a flavour it would be that of the wardrobe in which my mum
stashed clean sheets and where I used to love hiding. If I close my eyes and smell As a
flower’s photos, I squeeze my nose in clean laundry and wait for someone to come and look
for me.”

17×22,5 cm / 104 pages
750 copies / Hardcover
Publisher: Witty Books