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You're Not Supposed To Look Back, You're Supposed To Keep Going.

She Liked To Imagine That When She Passed The World Looked After Her, But She Also Knew How Anonymous She Was.

"when The Dead Are Done With The Living, The Living Can Go On To Other Things," Franny Said. "what About The Dead?" I Asked. "where Do We Go?"

At Fourteen, My Sister Sailed Away From Me Into A Place I’d Never Been. In The Walls Of My Sex There Was Horror And Blood, In The Walls Of Hers There Were Windows.

She Didn't Even Have To Smile, And She Rarely Did Outside Her House--it Was The Eyes, Her Dancer's Carriage, The Way She Seemed To Deliberate Over The Smallest Movement Of Her Body.