“What could be more intimate, more placental? This steamy, candlelit cradle she’d made use, twins tied in the womb. Grooming each other, letting the soil and torment that is the world’s indifference disappear down the drain. Here, at last, was my partner. Tucked behind the wet walls of our sanctum. Here we could gleam anew with infant vigor, could refuel each other... with the will to believe again.”
