‘Then he’d come. And she’d finally rest, with a sigh, heavily. – But she didn’t want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like a beast that had trained its steps to fit in its cage.’

– Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

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