Lviv in the mid-1930s. A young man i s sitting at a writing desk, his pen dripping words inspired by fresh memories of his childhood:
Bird cherry trees, like smoking candles, rise from the evening’s pious hand The Lemkos are returning from Eventide, walking pensively to their homes. My highland country – it is impossible…
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