There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.
There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.
He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.
The sky was thick with TV. If you wore special glasses you could see them spinning through the sky among the bats and homing birds-blondes, wars, famines, football, food shows, coups d'état, hairstyles stiff with hair spray. Designer pectorals. Gliding towards Ayemenem like skydivers. Making patterns in the sky. Wheels. Windmills. Flowers blooming and unblooming.
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