"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Rain
How desperately it touches every part of me it can reach--my skin, my hair, the little bones on the back of my neck. How desperately it touches you and everybody, sacrificing its body of infinite tears to hold the earth together.
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