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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

Aimee Bender

I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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Birthday Cake Childhood Complicate Happy Just Load Something Symbolic Tempting
I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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Add Dot Line Question Space Watch
Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
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Blow Close Desire Door Large Listen Need Run Sky Space Window
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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Children Herself Mother Thinking
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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All Change Interest Sky Time
You can ruin anything if you focus at it.
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Anything Focus Ruin
You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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Alive Bomb Important Somebody Think Wonderful
That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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Air Careful Concentrate Detail Intimate Mother Palm Same Time
Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Kiss People Rice Rolling Stick Survive Year
And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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Arrive Believe Glorious Inside Music Passion Second Warmest
It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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Allow Back Best Later Page Seem Unconscious Work Writing
Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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Feeling Lighter Lovely Meadow Picnic Romp Writing
You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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Expect Girl Nothing Perfect Rub
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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Anytime Cave Eyelid Private Want
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
AIMEE BENDER

Ghost Grab Hand Light Self Step Street
I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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All Echo Like More Participant

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

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