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Open Swim. {fiction}

Thomas was closer now. She could almost feel his breath. She wondered how he had moved so quickly without her noticing. “They’re beautiful,” Thomas said, “and that’s why. We’re not different. You run here to be quiet. I’m quiet all day because I’m tired of running.” Charlotte was breathing  ...

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Tired Goddess, Let Down Your Hair‏.

When is the last time you knew that your ecstatic deep breaths ignite the very fire in your soul? That your own deepest pleasure is saving your life? The night you made love in the woods with the fireflies, a holy shroud around you both? You could not get enough, and you would beg for more.  ...

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