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The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
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You nodded towards the cup. Want more? I shook my head. What about the car? Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you. Towards . . . ? You nodded. So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home. Home? Yeah. Your mouth twitched. Back to me.
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I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
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There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
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Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.
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This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.
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Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
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I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
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