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Dante reserves the lowest bolgias in hell for the betrayer and that has always made sense to me. We seek ourselves in the mirror of the other's gaze and are shattered when we don't reflect. Yet, just as a blueberry field must burn to grow, there are places we'd never go, people we'd never be, without the rebirth and growth that comes after that betrayal.

Prodigal
May 8, 1997

Channeling Blanche
May 3, 1999

Side Effect
December 7, 1998

Aforethought
July 13, 1999

She Made Herself Small
November 8, 1998
Frankenstein's Daughter 
May 6, 1997