It was not her heart, that thick muscular organ involuntarily pulsing with the incessant rhythm of a traveling mariachi band. No, it was not her heart.
It was not her brain, the gelatinous mass of coiled spaghetti packed with blinking neurons that told her how she felt and provoked her activities. No, it was not her brain. Nor was it the internal organs, or even...
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It was not her brain, the gelatinous mass of coiled spaghetti packed with blinking neurons that told her how she felt and provoked her activities. No, it was not her brain. Nor was it the internal organs, or even...
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Feeling the velocity of air whip past me I sought to become like the wind, transparent but vast, everywhere and invisible, running my smooth fingers over every little creature and every solid tree, enabling the reproduction of plants, and the movement of great flyers, churning the waves of a moon-driven ocean, and passing along the perfume of fields of flowers. And, too, stretching the desperate...
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