of ways that she has been stupid unfurling in front of her eyes, as if she herself has suddenly found herself face to face with the lady behind the curtain, the great mother in the sky, the “she of many names” and that bitch ain’t mincing words.

A shoe drops, a fog is lifted, a light clicks on and all the metaphors that exist for that feeling of finally seeing something that's been in front of your face forever. The laughter stops and she sits still, feeling a crumbling deep inside but at the same time feeling as she is getting lighter by the minute.

Like just suddenly feels indescribably different and Bennett knows in that moment that when she stands up from this table she’ll be starting a new life, one that she can’t envision yet, but one th...

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