Her eyes are now large mirrored wells that have started to spring leaks, drenching and neutralizing the hostile chemistry with subsoil efficiency. When I look at her, I see a lake lost in its own depth, a lake black and crystal clear. She learns from it and I unlearn from her. I draw away and pace up and down spiral staircases that fill me and try to communicate something to me. I’ve realized that I know myself by heart—I know myself to the point of recognizing people who don’t exist and yet complement me. I know myself like a path that leads home, like a doorless corridor, like endless
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