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Her father was the face of her morning and night, he was everything, so saturating Havaa’s world that she could no more describe him than she could the air.
As a web is no more than holes woven together, they were bonded by what was no longer there.
Life: a constellation of vital phenomena—organization, irritability, movement, growth, reproduction, adaptation.
Khassan was in love, and thus capable of infinite hate.
Natasha sequestered herself in the fourth-floor maternity ward, where whole days passed without their paths crossing, where the wails of newborns reminded her that life is louder than its pulse.
She wanted to hold foreign syllables like mints on her tongue until they dissolved into fluency.
