Michael Cunningham
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He wanted to tell her that he was inspired and vigilant and recklessly alone, that his body contained his unsteady heart and something else, something he felt but could not describe: porous and spiky, shifting with flecks of thought, with urge and memory; salted with brightness, flickerings of white and green and pale gold; something that loved stars because it was made of the same substance. ✨ Michael Cunningham (2007). Specimen Days: A Novel, p.4, Macmillan

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