“Prior to her reading of the poem, light tears washed over him. He seemed to be leaking out moments that were, as far as he could tell, stored in physical parts of his body – in his shoulders, his back, his stomach. His body remembered things that his brain ignored.”

U.L. Harper

U.L. Harper - “Prior to her reading of the poem, light...” 1

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