Patti Smith: Indian rubies (del av)

I have always possessed a kind of knapsack, if nothing more than a piece of cloth or skin tied in a knot. My sack, worthy comapanion, produces, when opened, a world defined by its contents — fluxion, unique, beloved. This uncommon bundle has always been my comfort, my happy burden. Yet I have found it [...]

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