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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

Aimee Bender

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
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
With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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Apartment Building Dark Hand Look Love Peer Room Rush Streetside Window
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Flip Magazine Mom Need Page Slap
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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Bone Eye Four Giving Hair Lose Number Wine Wise
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
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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Bottom Empty Except Glasses Red Spot Wine
It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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After Birthed Fleet Help Homework Kiss Love Pour Statement
The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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Good Mysterious Tent Thinking Writing
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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Lowest Moment Rescue Surprise
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
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
I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Admire Fold Like Space Stride Two
Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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Brother Daughter Day Every Lover Mom More She
It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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Excite Fraught Horrible Kind Such Time
I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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Anything Ate Bottle Help Likely Meal Message Same Tell

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