A litany of headlights blinding her, she stands unsteady on the dotted traffic line, takes timid steps toward rolled up windows behind which any horror could crouch….
—Beatriz Fitzgerald Fernandez
Hers is a timeless life weaving through other longer lives like a flash of lightning in a clouded evening sky.
we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome
Our past sins, our fractured lives–soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.
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