Is how I remember you — in a single turning coil, or in scraps too uneven to hold together, and always feeling the blade moving beneath the skin where it would draw blood if the edge cut through.
Jennifer Fumiko Cahill
Is how I remember you — in a single turning coil, or in scraps too uneven to hold together, and always feeling the blade moving beneath the skin where it would draw blood if the edge cut through.
Jennifer Fumiko Cahill
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