But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Margaret AtwoodVanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.
Margaret AtwoodIt's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
Margaret Atwoodoil paints...the look of licked lips.
Margaret AtwoodHe considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.
Margaret Atwoodleft lipstick imprints the shape of grateful, rubbery sighs...
Margaret AtwoodTags: miss-july-grows-older
What you get is no longer what you see.
Margaret AtwoodTags: inspirational
It's clear, it's fresh, like a mint candy.
Margaret Atwooda few brown leaves are stuck to the outside of the glass like leather tongues.
Margaret Atwoodand each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.
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