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Through the “I” of the Needle

04/28/2026 14:58h
The peach is a belly dancer's fruit. It has a navel eye for seeing the world through the skin, rounded buttocks good to place against the hand the way earth reminds flesh of its being. Through the eye of the needle, death is a country where people wonder and worry what it's like to live. The sullen wish to live and live soon to be done with death and the happy want to stay dead forever wondering will it hurt to live and is there death after death?