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saltbreeze dulcet skin separated from muscle by tooth
silvery laugh
slipping through my grasp
water
from a tight-lipped creek
emulous in your circle
statid we remain
emulous in your circle
statid we remain
an excerpt from the waves that i like
too attached to rhoda so far ...
'That is my face,' said Rhoda, 'in the looking-glass behind Susan's shoulder--that face is my face. But I will duck behind her to hide it, for I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces; Susan and Jinny have faces; they are here. Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second. If they meet a housemaid she looks at them without laughing. But she laughs at me. They know what to say if spoken to. They laugh really; they get angry really; while I have to look first and do what other people do when they have done it.
