The Hymn to Dionysus

by Natasha Pulley

Once I was in reach, she shepherded me nearer by the small of my back and gave me a little interrogatory look that was asking if that was close enough for me to hear. I could have kissed her hand. Because I could mostly read lips, and partly hear, and I was decent at guessing, most people completely forgot I had any trouble.

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All good things kill you, in the end.

Horrible things always are simple.

Things had seemed a bit too much earlier, but sometimes what you need to remember is that everything is fine as long as you aren’t currently on fire.