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“I’ll leave it to my dearly departed beloved to organize the afterlife for me. If the Lord is so omnipotent, he’ll know ahead of time that there’s no arguing with her.”
“The paintings with the dustiest frames.”
Yes, he wanted to keep this moment forever, to roll it up and wrap it in ribbons made of moonbeams and store it in that place they’d spoken of before. That secret place deep within, the one only he could visit.
Women. A creature of a different sort, one fabricated from innumerable paradoxes. Both potent and persecuted. Made of equal parts fear and fairness. Wit and wisdom. Of strength and secrets.
