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Anaiis
Because his worship, whether he realized it or not, was my prime motivator. And as his hand moved over my diminished frame I began to see how my joy had both darkened and deepened, had achieved a k...view moreBecause his worship, whether he realized it or not, was my prime motivator. And as his hand moved over my diminished frame I began to see how my joy had both darkened and deepened, had achieved a keener edge as my physical, corporeal being became an object. Observed from a distance, it deserved no mercy. Images of beauty I’d once held fell away like scaffolding, like the plaster casting around a bronze, to be broken and discarded on the way to true revelation.
--Anaiis, R&J: In Love with Nightview less