Sara Majka

I was trying to explain another world, one I had always wanted to find. . . . Some light—the light at the end of the day, the way it hit the pigeons that flew around the steeple, the way it hit the sides of the building—that light felt like entrances to another world.

- Sara Majka, Cities I’ve Never Lived In

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