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“Twenty, twenty, twenty. The word tastes weird in my mouth. A bit like that gulp of saltwater in the ocean that you’re never prepared for. Like a seismic eruption about to shake you uncomfortably. The word thunders all around me. In a hall, the earthquake rocks doors open and close. This is how twenty feels to me. So many new opportunities, and so many tied ends.”
— Anashe Barton “Twenty”
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