We lay on the floor, back against the day. I did not need more light than it was in her touch, her fingers running down my skin, stimulating nerve endings. With eyes closed I began a long journey along its backbone, the cobbled street that led me to a crack and a wet valley, and then a deep well in which drown.
There are other places in the world besides those which are discovered on the body of a lover?
J. Winterson
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