She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.
Kim EdwardsThey turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
Kim EdwardsLately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
Kim Edwards...bleak territory of the heart.
Kim Edwards...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.
Kim Edwards...so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.
Kim EdwardsThis was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.
Kim EdwardsA fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.
Kim EdwardsHe carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.
Kim EdwardsPaul, careening down the slide with his arms out flung, and Phoebe, present somehow through her absence.
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