It might be beautiful, too, gorgeous strong tendons and a translucent, cool, jade-green alligator heart. In case you ever got swallowed by one, you could look around in the jade-green light and see what was in there. Pieces of garden hose. Baby rattles. The bottom curve of the cool jade-green heart, like a sun hanging on the horizon of another planet. (…) I remember my wings. My wings! How they arched above my head. Their weight on my shoulder blades. Their conductivity: heat, cold, wind. Like getting a seventh sense.
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