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the ship metaphor got mee

“But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight. Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who was in love with either/or” (8)

"The song was about what I said, and I used to listen to it again and again, on my own, whenver I got the chance.''

Visceral reaction and heartbreak while reading pages seventy to eighty-nine.

She is the baby, and she is also the mother. To belong to someone, and for someone to belong to her.