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"In his company forgetfulness fell like pollen... Violet never forgot Rose Dear or the place she had thrown herself into—a place so narrow, so dark it was pure, breathing relief to see her stretched in a wooden box."

I am not okay. At all.

"The body she inhabits is unworthy. Although it is young and all she has, it is as if it had decayed on the vine at budding time. No wonder Neola crossed her arm and held the pieces of her heart in her hand."

Actually insane how humans chose to use language... I'm in awe.