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A great book – plague reading.

She stepped in, ginger, the muddy rocks shifting under her tender feet…How bitterly she’d been brought to understand-through fire and fever, through deaths and her own failure to die-that life fought for its own continuance.

But she realized now that she’d never thought to ask why.

This, she saw, was the reason. Water forcing her palm open, the current kissing her fingers. This. This shock of pleasure.

From, The Weight of Ink by Rachel Kadish, Mariner Books, 2018