"You're a poem?" I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. "If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose world was swallowed by the sea."
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+1submitted by gernreich, October 10, 2014
Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
This quote was added August 12, 2007.
