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And Love a Man’s Sins

“Loving his innocence was my first sin.” Fires, Margaret Yourcenar This isn’t virtuous, only human: purple veins in pale thighs or darker ruddiness in deep plum. The depths…the going down… & it’s still a trapeze act, not sure of swings, … Continue reading

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