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“Love was a room that appeared when you stepped into it.”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.”
― Mary Elizabeth Frye, Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

“As if to incentivize the whole ordeal, the body offered you dreams. In exchange for a third of your living, you were offered sprawling feasts, exotic adventures, beautiful lovers, wings. Or at least the promise of them, made only slightly less intoxicating by the curious threat of nightmare. How sometimes, at random, your mind would decide to reduce you to a whimper, or a gasp, in the night.”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“Larry, you're all I've got," she said.
He spread his arms out away from the car to take in the earth and sky all around, and said, "You've got all this. And you live here. It's your home.”
― Rachel Ingalls, Mrs. Caliban