Left to my own devices, I race to movies. Motoring into and around
secret loves, longings, and tragedies. Secrets taken to the graves.
This heroine lost her men and can't write her superb novel
until they're in the ground.
In the end, she notes how it was all impossible
and wonderful at the same time.
Movies remind me
if I didn't think it always impossible it could be wonderful.
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