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- Lying in bed again after creeping back from the stairs, after the front door thudded, shutting her in, Aida felt the fullness of the night in her belly. Realising she had felt sick all day, and that the night would be for pinning why. She looked out of the small window into the throat of the forest. The low sky flushed pink, and a swollen darkness higher. For an unmeasured time she looked out, until the trees were silhouettes, were cast in glitter, the negative impression of the stars, until her eyes wept and her mouth dried up and bit itself in protest, and finally until she lost her body, looking out. If we tried to see into her head now there would only be the muteness she has left for her defense. Set of retreating footprints marking the inner shore.
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