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[eyes_that_snow]

Framing heightens my sense of the delicate boundaries of my body. Little cuts--a small bright drop--quickly and elegantly closed. So many little scratches, so many sweet small sips. The ease with which the frayed end of a wire, the narrow edge of a sheet of glass, slip beyond those boundaries; not pain. A dizzy sliding sense of intimacy. And

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[isogon]

Oh! The prettiest thing I've heard for nights on end. Where does that put me?