And there she was, milky-skinned and wrapped in white cloth so fine it looked spider-woven. Her eyes looking back at us as if she were not a baby, but a god.
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How To Have A “Proper” Heartbreak
Repeat this: He’ll come back or he’ll have a heart attack.
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Job Title: Mother/grandmother to a professional triathlete and her family while they travel internationally
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In / Of
Thus pleasure:
one cool hand,
body, world.
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