Table of Contents | 1 January 2024
They watch her touch the Swoosh / and spread her mighty, feathered wings
My body still hanging on the baptism, dreaming of tearing the eye of the river open again. I demand a witness.
When I leave home at seventeen, my mother tells me three things. Not to care too much. To keep my gift a secret. And to get used to being alone.
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