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“It was when I nearly died during a performance that I realized they preferred to instead witness my suffering. All people are like that. Eager consumers of someone else's pain. Whether they know it or not. Why deny them what they want?”

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Book:We Can Never Leave This Place
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“This was a back that had carried the pain of others until it had become impossible for her bones to unbend themselves, like certain saplings will become permanently twisted under the force of windstorms. I thought of Hawa, whether it was this slow bending she had tried to escape with her linen wings, and whether there was any mercy in the world for those who decline to carry the burdens they are assigned to carry. My mother's back and mine were made from the same mold. Our spines were fashioned for bearing and bending and bowing and burying. Our backs had been honed over generations for the thankless labor of woman. They had never been made for wings.”

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