“Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.”
“I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
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