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“(...) when we are outside, I learn the sick pleasure of almost kisses, of side glances and wanting smiles. I learn how pining starts between the thighs and spreads outwards, stomach clenched and fingers feeling like shallow light because all the blood is rushing out of them. And it's not that I haven't yearned before. This feeling has been long deep in me, but that now it is swollen with promise and fully realised.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs

“Saying her name, I feel the whole of her pass through my mouth, out between my teeth, across my lips, into the cabin of the truck, out the window, into the blue sky. My first and only love. Leaving me. And I know, somehow, that I won't say her name again. Because it hurts too much to yearn for a return.
I resign to her leaving my body, feeling that this is enough, to be witnessed by Dave, in the here and now, to have someone in this big wide world know that I loved her. That I loved her. That it was real.
I loved her so much, I say.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs

“I was tired. I had been conscious for three hundred and seventy-nine years.”
― Nell Stevens, Briefly, A Delicious Life

“Because a love that never could be, is now the love that never was.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs