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“Of course, every time you have sex, it will not be identical: moods, spaces, times, touches, intentions all drift and mingle, forming new pathways, reflecting and drawing from past journeys, and ending somewhere that may look similar. But isn’t.”
― Uvile Ximba, Dreaming in Colour

“I discover that my skin can carry her, that I can know what she feels like without opening my legs, without closing my eyes, when I am walking down the street without touching her.”
― Uvile Ximba, Dreaming in Colour

“I told Khwezi that I didn’t tell my family about uChris. Because I didn’t know if I was lying to myself. Because why must you cause more pain to others over a loss you can’t remember? How does anyone begin to explain how “nothingâ€� looks?”
― Uvile Ximba, Dreaming in Colour