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words strung together on paper could convey an idea, a story. Like magick, I thought. It was everywhere, if only one knew to look.
Why did we go to such lengths to protect the fragile minds of children? We only robbed them of the truth—and the chance to grow numb to it before it arrived with a hard knock on the door.
How had I only just learned that happiness and fulfillment were entirely distinct things?
History doesn’t record the intricacies of women’s relationships with one another; they’re not to be uncovered.
