If he closed his eyes momentarily, she reminded him of the lizards that ran briskly through the houses near the sea, in those humid afternoons of endless play and mystery, into the night and unaffected sleep. Instead of giving over to this, he used the words that made things tidy and distanced him from the past. This was a form of illusory control over his life. We create and depend on the tools that keep us standing up.
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