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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.

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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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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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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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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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