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And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird’s life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and wilful as a bird’s heart?

— James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

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call you a witch because there is no meaning that is inseparable from your absence, my stubborn reach for your impossible blood.

— Miranda Metelski, from “Pre-Op: Notes Towards the Constellatory Body,” Resisting the Book of a Woman Possessed

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