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Posted Date: 15 Sep 04 Wednesday - 3:55 AM

"She arches her body like a cat in a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing" ~ J. Winterson