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A bost spillimg it's cargo. A river accepting the offering. One small life. A brief sunbeam.

Being with Chacko made Margaret Kochamma feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.

Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify