"His domestic harmony with me was closer to a sort of rehearsal, I realized. When he sat by the hearth, when he worked in my garden, he was trying to remember the trick of it. How an axe might feel in wood instead of flesh. How he might hit himself to Penelope again, smooth as one of Daedalus' joints"
doing everything not to lose himself ;-;
— May 27, 2026 04:38AM
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