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The healing stillness of her breath on the next pillow. All night is a very long time. There’s an air of recent hurt. History is such a romantic place. All his acts of self-love were both subtle and exact. The air goes into him and the air goes out. He’s completely there and not there at all. He must be smitten by hatred and touched by desire. I’ve never trusted men who pray. The beating in your veins is someone else’s heart. There are so few people given us to love. This is how we used to live our lives. There’s an order to these things that has to be obeyed. We swam at night, somewhere, when we were young. Such things having such large consequences. I do not know the truth, or I do not know how to tell the truth.