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63 running​in​church For Marie Then,​you​were​a​hot-​ thinking,​thin-​ lidded​tinderbox. Losing​your​balance​meant​nothing​at​all.​You​would pour​through​the​aisles​in​the​highest​cathedrals, careening​deftly​as​patriarchs​brooded. You​made​the​long​corridors​ring,​tintinnabular echoes​exploring​the​pounded​cold​floor, forcing​the​walls​to​the​truth​of​your​progress: there​was​a​person​in​this​church’s​core. Past​thick​stained-​ glass​colors​wafted​and​swirling in​pooled​interludes​that​swung​down​from​the​rafters, cinnabar​wounds​threw​light​on​your​face,​where​the pliant​young​bones​were​dissolving​in​laughter. ...

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