When I think of those ateliers of ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. But here’s what is different this time. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. . The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image.
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