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Good lord. Go read Pia, will you?
Pia's Nest: Brides: "My husband rode a motorcycle with a seat fringed like a saddle that leaned her back, pelvis smiling up at him, hands on her thighs like arms on a chair. She had never tired of the long rides to nowhere with our restless father. 'Roll down your window,' she'd tell me. The wind whipped her longer hair at my face. 'Tie yours back,' I'd tell her."There is so much packed, jammed, utterly immersed in that simple, so simple paragraph. Read it three or four times. Five or six times. Seven or twenty times.
Yum.
