"Heat spread across my upper back. I turned my head. to the right...to the left...waiting to feel tightness and pain…
I looked at her, speechless. She hadn't even touched me neck and I was pain-free. I was shocked. . . “
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"My mother's child is a savage. She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, in the faces of cats, and the falling of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones." -K. I. Kahan
"Heat spread across my upper back. I turned my head. to the right...to the left...waiting to feel tightness and pain…
I looked at her, speechless. She hadn't even touched me neck and I was pain-free. I was shocked. . . “
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