When I hold you in this night-soaked bed, it is courage for the day I seek. Courage that when the light comes I will turn towards it. It couldn’t be simpler. It couldn’t be harder. In this little night-covered world with you, I hope to find what I long for; a clue, a map, a bird flying south, and when the light comes we will get dressed together and go.
- Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places
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her throat is, after all, a stamen or matchstick.
