tiger the color of light, brown deer
on the outskirts of night, girl glimpsed
leaning over green balconies of rain,
adolescent incalculable face,
I’ve forgotten your name, Melusina,
Laura, Isabel, Persephone, Mary,
your face is all the faces and none,
you are all the hours and none…
— Octavio Paz, Piedra de Sol
(I found this snippet while searching through past story notes and realized that I’ve tried to write the same story at least four times. This time maybe I’ll finish it and move on. Or just move on.)
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