‘…she lived in a dream. The world was strange to her. It was as if she
had come from another constellation, another world and had found
herself marooned on an odd planet where she was completely lost.
…she had no idea
what to do with herself. And so she made things, carved, drew figures on wooden
panels, made up songs, invented new patterns, and ran exhausting errands, all
this to try and stop feelings of powerful and fragile beauty from tearing apart
her insides.’
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