Mar 16

Looking Back at a Long Queer Life

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Trilla Pando

Mar 16

“Old moth to the flame of remembering.” I can see it. I have fluttered there myself.

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Is that the scent of singed moth wings I'm smelling?! Yours, mine or OURS?

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