Start: She touched me and I flew. Touche...

Lydia

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Start: She touched me and I flew. Touched my fault-line. And I flew. With her hand, laid holy water on my scar.

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End: The girl that touched me...her face in a mirror looking back...showing me her own sccc-- ggghn mmm her- own-- ssccrrmmgfmhm

Solis, Octavio, Lydia, Samuel French, 2010, p. 5.

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