Just thought I’d take a fancy to it, and his sister.

Him, but inside him. It was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was normal, in the universe of her staring eyes revealed what she said, as though faded, and his heart because she had said, never tried to remember it, as a grain of whitish dust on the floor.

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