This
was the summer we were thirteen, and sex had just passed the threshold
from concept to corporeal—not an idea anymore but a real beating force
beneath the façade of the clean-faced world, like magma tucked in the
locket of the earth’s crust. - See more at:
http://centerforfiction.org/magazine/issue-13/poolside-by-emma-torzs/#sthash.TUPcLs0R.dpuf
This
was the summer we were thirteen, and sex had just passed the threshold
from concept to corporeal—not an idea anymore but a real beating force
beneath the façade of the clean-faced world, like magma tucked in the
locket of the earth’s crust. - See more at:
http://centerforfiction.org/magazine/issue-13/poolside-by-emma-torzs/#sthash.TUPcLs0R.dpuf
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