almost
willing to be eaten alive if it means feeling weightless
again
— Christie West, from “Body Say What It Feels Like,” published in Vagabond City
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almost
willing to be eaten alive if it means feeling weightless
again
— Christie West, from “Body Say What It Feels Like,” published in Vagabond City
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