You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body — Jeanette Winterson
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You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?

— Jeanette Winterson
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