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"I am an orphan," said Death, apologizing. "No one took the time to give me a proper education."
The doll opened her eyes.

Once they are lost, the roots are irretrievable. The exile stands in vain at a street corner, next to a tree, glancing sideways at those long appendages that unite the plant to the earth -- the roots are not contagious, nor do they adhere to foreign bodies. Others think that if they stay long enough in the same city or country, someday they'll be granted fake roots... but no city is that generous.

But I began seeing myself other places. Not sitting here, not inside myself, but out there...I have seen myself inside that handle many times, but this feels like something more, something different. This feels not simply like I'm seeing myself, but that I'm seeing as well all the times I've seen myself --- and that make me think that I'm adding up, and that I feel like something in my hands.