Ways to Disappear by Idra Novey — One Small Sentence

It was only about the sentences, her breath matching the give and take of the cadence, the rhythm filling her chest, and for the first time in days she did not feel empty. p 254

via Ways to Disappear by Idra Novey — One Small Sentence

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