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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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Where are you going? I asked. The middle of nowhere. I thought this was it. Nah. You shook your head. This is just the edge.
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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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You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.
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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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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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