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Saturation. That’s what I crave. I remember a day a long time ago. I was a little girl playing by myself. The shine off the lake blinded. The catcalls of the crows echoed through the trees. I heard a sound in the woods. A shuffling of leaves. And voices, hushed. So I snuck close, tucking myself into a thicket of elderberry. I didn’t know the man or the lady, but he’d tied her face first to a tree. She was naked.

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