Slowly, Then All at Once
Nobody saw the years. They saw one evening, a white dress that caught every light in the street, and decided it had happened overnight.
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Nobody saw the years. They saw one evening, a white dress that caught every light in the street, and decided it had happened overnight.
Read the storyI have never been especially interested in being feared. Admiration is much more interesting. New York, in red.
Read the storyI built myself from nothing, and it shows. People feel me before they understand me — that's the deja vu.
Read the storySomewhere warm, high up, facing the water. Very little happened and that was the entire point.
Read the storyI like beautiful gestures. I like dressing up. I like being remembered. It took me a long time to say that out loud without softening it first.
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