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Spinning around the room, a dance, arms out, barefoot. The cigarette never leaving her mouth. Compact tornado of white tulle, grey smoke, the violet ovals of her closed eyes.
Can I put this feeling into a book? It's like wanting to marry someone after getting in a bad fight. You want to own the feeling of how content and in love you are again forever and banish the possibility of separation.
Can I put this feeling into a book? It's like wanting to marry someone after getting in a bad fight. You want to own the feeling of how content and in love you are again forever and banish the possibility of separation.