this teetering croquembouche of impudence
literacki
“So you protected yourself and loved small. Picked the tiniest stars out of the sky to own; lay down with head twisted in order to see the loved one over the rim of the trench before you slept.”
—
Toni Morrison,
from
Beloved
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