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She’s still sitting between his legs like a child on the beach, swaddled in the clean towel a father holds out after a long day of swimming. (pedro/bella)
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He didn’t want children. He didn’t want another family. He wanted to do something that would take him across the border. He had been running since he was nine. After his mother’s suicide, a therapist told him he had never really come to terms with the fact that he’d had to flee his country as a child. He told her it hadn’t felt like exile. His parents had made sure of that. They had protected him from the knowledge. And she said, that too can be an exile.
So perhaps the only real breach is inside a person. The border is inside you.