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she entered to inhabit them a little while, until they became submerged, finding sanctuary in that part of herself which she looked upon distal and afraid, a residence as separate and alien, real or unreal

skipping across the edges of other sounds to attempt escape through the jalousies of the Venetian blinds

in that penumbra of Science called chemistry

she had thought of the indelible year of her birth

his hands composed a shivering binnacle for what served, on this voyage, as a compass, a glass of whisky, perilously plumb between the gimbals of his fingers.