The Light Appears

…you always smile…

…we’re floating…

…if you make a mistake…

The Flame Throwers

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“I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men liked to do.  Talk.  Profess like experts.  When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.”

…running scared, hands in the air…

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