novel paradox
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She told him, “I will write our story. I will give us a history. A past, a present and a future. Our lives will not be one of letters exchanged or a build up of words back and forth, of paragraphs and sentences. It will be one of flesh and bone, of blood and laughter and hair and eyes and sunlight and vast panoramas. We will touch and love, skin on skin, tongue to tongue . We will live out loud.”
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I’m delighted to have rediscovered you Isabelle. I know you left a comment the other day but I didn’t realise you were *that* Isabelle. What an enjoyable way I now have of avoiding work whilst I catch up with you.
hello looby, I’m laughing. I’ve been catching up on you too.