June 4th 2008 / Many things fell away in that moment, in a confetti of shimmering pieces, as if they had never even impacted upon me at all, indeed as if their irrelevance had been prearranged. Not even a bruise, I said again later as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was that lucky. // taken from a circle, a sighting, a wound, a reckoning
/ it was one of the phrases
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