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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…

Aimee Bender

When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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Beautiful Body Feel Good Interesting Language Nourish Treat
Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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Body Darling Daughter Different Kind Pour Siphoned Tamer Water
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
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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Ghost Grab Hand Light Self Step Street
But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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Ask Believe Cold Fire Pain Part Room Why
Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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Built Character Language Out Plot Ticket
As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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Bush Cold Desire Draft Heat House Involve Joke Laugh Make Something Soon Window
The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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Around Brain Corner Evoke Inhabiting Mystery Reader Resurfacing Sad Stick Story
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Flip Magazine Mom Need Page Slap
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
But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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All Change Interest Sky Time
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
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
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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Barometer Gratitude Love Setting Someone
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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Cry Cut Cutting Grave Moving Mushroom Simple
That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Actually Admit Humble might Mother Seem She

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