"What could be off about this? So he kissed the top of her head, the white pure line of her part, and hoped the touch would say what needed to be said, whatever it was. He was so tired, he realized, of not knowing that he was supposed to do or say."
"His life at the time was a series of minor discomforts that accumulated like grit in a socket until rotation was no longer possible."
"They were committing a sacred act, sewing him back into his body. Omar imaged his ancestors engaged in this same straining, this same rhythm, generations of lovers reaching into that same hot center."
"This must be love because I feel myself expanding in his gaze."
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