His face became a mirror, and in it I saw a monster version of myself, unleashing my anger like black magic. In front of my children, in front of my neighbors' house. If I'd really been a witch Nathan would have been a column of dust. Not even a lizard, not even a toad. Just nothing. Nothingness,
Marriage, Infidelity, Anger
To belong nowhere is a blessing and a curse, like any kind of freedom.
Freedom, Wanderlust
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