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“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem
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“Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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“She loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
– John Green
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An emere, in traditional Yoruba culture, is a child who can travel between the spiritual and physical world at will. A negative connotation is associated with the word, as it implies that a family’s child may disappear and reappear at will. The impatient emere wants the best of heaven and Earth. An emere is a spirit in disguise, misrepresenting death as life, and is clever enough to disguise his...
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