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Narrator, In the Hope of Rising Again (by Helen Scully)



They had the feeling that if she stood too close to the fire she might melt; if she drank too much iced tea she might drown; and if she persisted with that look in her luna-moth eyes, with which she stared at the crucifix above her prie-Dieu, she might be taken, up to heaven, body intact.


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