Words carry oceans on their small backs.

Lidia Yuknavitch
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  2. A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. - Ingrid Bergman

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  1. I just want my stories to be mine.

  2. I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

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  4. But more often there are regular people in the pool. Beautiful women seniors doing water aerobics - mothers and grandmothers and great grandmothers - their massive breasts and guts reminding you how it is that women carry worlds. When I swim by them I watch...

  5. Sometimes a mind is just born late, coming through waves on a slower journey. You were never, in the end, alone. Isn’t it a blessing, what becomes from inside the alone.

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