Kiana Davenport

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She was kahuna, creating more life around her than was actually there, heightening the momentousness of each living thing by simply gazing upon it

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We love that which we corrupt

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Time, the thing we can't beat back... Yet, time is also what it takes to heal, what it takes for certain memory cells to die. Maybe time doesn't heal. Maybe it doesn't even pass. We pass through time, and come out stunned, so rage, and memory, are blurred

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Common sense. Mothers are the last riddle, the worst horror, the only consolation

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Got something to do with guilt,' Toro said. 'Her mother,neh?' 'Guilt. Longing. Got something to do with all of us