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Her life is the wire-she can never come down.
Sometimes she stops and sits on it to eat, even sleeps there, her whole body stretched as the wire is stretched. In sleep she keeps her balance, feet curled like a monkey's the habit of grasping: she has never fallen. She never will, not entirely1. Once in a while a slip causes her to hang for a moment by her hands. It isn't the danger of falling that slices through her dreams but the wire itself, drawing a line through her body, leaving a mark on the soles of her feet, her buttocks, her back. If she were to cut the wire (she dreams of this) the sky would break like a mirror into the sea and nothing would be whole again. Virgin2 of the Apocalypse standing3 on a crescent moon, she is keeping Heaven and Earth apart. 点击收听单词发音
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