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409 pages, Hardcover
First published January 19, 2021
She couldn't put into words why she had gathered these photos together, but she could feel it in her bones: a hot and restless urge to look - and, by looking, to know.
She still liked to look, to feel the way it tugged at something deep within her. A spark of recognition, or a glow of hope.
She realized, with a jolt, that the city must be peppered with women who frequented the Telegraph or similar clubs; women who watched performers like Tommy Andrews, made friends with each other, made girlfriends with each other. At each intersection she cast skittish glances at the women waiting for the light to change, wondering if she was one of them too, or her, or her.
“There was probably a scientific explanation for it, but the older she got, the more she was inclined to give in to the feeling that these moments were glimpses into a world greater than this physical one. It was as if there were cycles that repeated themselves over and over, but most people never saw the repetition; they were too deeply enmeshed in their own path to see.”
She couldn’t find the right words for this dammed-up feeling inside, as if she were denying herself something absolutely vital, and she didn’t know why.
What if they were thinking of each other at the same time?