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“Far away: the frozen glitter of the stars, shattered glass on black silk”

“He breathes in and out, into the curved side if her coif, as if he might speak, but she doesn’t want the words, has no need of them. She sees, over his shoulder, that traveling bag of his, at his feet.”

“She has a paring knife in her left hand - always her left - and she peels the skin from [the apple]. It drips from the blade in ling, green curls, like the hair from a mermaid.”

“She wants to withdraw her hand, at the same time as wanting it to remain”