In the heat of her hands, I thought,
This is the campfire that mocks the sun.
This place will warm me, feed me and care for me.
I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms.
The world will come and go in the tide of a day
But here is her hand with my future in its palm
-----"Written on the Body", Angela Carter
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