“tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep... Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light.  Tell me we’ll never get used to it.”

(http://archiveofourown.org/series/100619)

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