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They belong to a world of suffering. One that humbles. One that invokes the taste of words and ideas. And so, this visceral bond. And so, this need to talk, to speak oneself, to narrate oneself, to open to the other. She is not his soulmate. She is a different expression. For she opens the unknown part of being – pouring it out into the day in a pool of light – sculpted from skin.