During the day we don’t draw attention to ourselves, we hide what we do so the unworthy and the servants don’t see it, so they don’t know that at night we become the sound of flowers no longer in existence, that without words, using only our touch, we seek the secret names that vibrate in each other’s skin. We pretend, so the Superior Sister suspects nothing, that each of us does not know the other’s body, centimeter by centimeter. We feign normalcy so the unworthy don’t learn of the words we whisper to each other, our lips so close, without kissing, without touching, until we can take it no
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