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Harinuos love song

- such horror veiled in beautiful words
- I had to google so many references
- ayin Adonai also has Hebrew roots. Was that intentional?
- Everything was poetry

Anas Little Pawnshop
- I know the lore. I’ve read Elizas stories. it’s tender to read of it again
- I always feel loss (ironically) when I read her stories. Lost things, spaces, people. Losing. Yearning. Searching. impermanence. I don’t know how to feel about that.
- there’s a word I learned recently closely related to nostalgia that escapes me. P***algia?-sadness in losing tradition, a life lived, culture.

“And yet, the stories we don’t know are just as fascinating g. Philippine mythology is rife with those unfilled spaces that kindle the imagination.”

So bittersweet. What’s lost can only be found through interpretations. But how nice that becomes inspiration.

It sounds,…like the idea of a woman who, like many women today, and with good reason, feels a deep resentment and suspicious of men.

Ahhhh the gaslighting. The self questioning (even by the doctor) The currentness. Look at us decades later. So different and yet same.

a sense of beforeness touched her; deja vu. She brushed it away.

It’s loke a roller coaster. Your heart is racing but you’re torn between closing your eyes and staring at the drop.

Really, or do you just feel you’re supposed to be

Really. Or do you just feel you’re supposed to be?

You're not going to get any true confessions out of me," she said. "I'm a Leo, and our thing is changing the subject.

Oh Icarus, you should’ve used heat resistant adhesive.

She’s awful. Ugh!