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“We dance for the memories of things we dread to remember,”
“We dance for the things we wish to forget.”
“but maybe god is a woman. You ever think about that?” “A woman?” he said.
She felt that sometimes it was the stories that people didn’t tell that spoke more loudly about who they were or where they came from. Venus
when the virus advances and I’m still dancing—if I can still move—ain’t that just the virus dancing too?
along, it don’t matter who you find to love you, that love isn’t going to make you feel anything more for yourself than you don’t already got.
Did you know that jellicle cats are queens of the night? Singing at astronomical heights?”
What was it about life that made beauty feel so important?
“Well,” she said. “I’m already dressed for a funeral.”
I might be dying, but thank god I still got my eyes because is that not a sight to behold or what?
