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"We walk around the exhibit, watching each other. I’m pretty sure he’s checking out my curves. I observe what art tends to captivate him. When we sit down to dinner in the restaurant, he orders for us. He looks at me directly. He has fine manners. He leans across the table. “What are you drawn to in a partner?” he asks. This brain injured man, the one who forgot our life, the one with few desires, the one who I have been teaching to become a lover again, is teaching me what it is to imagine with all your heart. Everything he wanted to keep – identity, objects, status, strength, allies, the past and the future – has been lost." From that date we pretended not to know each other. Come write your own radical truth this autumn - sonyalea.net/radical-memoir/
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 16:02:59 +0000

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