At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot
and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.


From Human Landscapes from My Country, Book Two, Section VII


At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.