Report, if you have a problem with this page“ On first hearing that little voice – as fine and friable, I felt, as cotton thread, the impact on my soul was that of the highest magnitude of earthquake, those that occur every hundred years, say, or every thousand. The old shell I called myself cracked and was swallowed by a sudden crevasse, and just as suddenly was lost in the commotion. ”
Antonella Gambotto-Burke
From : Mama: Dispatches from the Frontline of Love
