Sublime

It’s postapocalyptic, motherhood.

was an awful thing that’d happened, the way this hunger had undressed death, and made it common.

Ginny caught herself recoiling in horror, but she forced herself to stay, to draw closer, even. She squeezed the poor woman’s fingers.

Now and again when a book moved her, when a book opened a previously undiscovered window in her mind and forever altered her perception of the world, she would add it to those secret ranks.

Yes, I am bovine, entirely.

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