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The living, the left behind, the bereft think of all the days unlived—tomorrow and tomorrow. But you thought only of today, each holy moment. Blesséd was this God who belonged to no one, who was the spark in all things, in everyone, everywhere. Blesséd was this life, not held, not in you alone, not contained in one body: this life, this God, moving here as breath, as light, as love between you.

Last summer, Sufi flung herself fifty feet into the air at twilight. Flying heart, vesper sparrow, she sang as if one ecstatic cry could save the world.

Listen, it won't be that long—unknown and unforgiven as I am, I want to live in my body somehow.

He's the rose-splattered bedspread washed and dried. He's the faint outline only she can find.

"Next to my skin, the ivory silk of the camisole was soft and forbidden, everything in me my father couldn't control."