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Summer/Fall, Vol 18.2
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See AllBruce and Mavis, Mavis and Bruce. They blow through my hair like the Holy Spirit. Our double helixes have never danced, but they are...
Tuesday night turned into Wednesday morning, and we were nowhere near home. Me and the boys were always on that pendulum, swinging from...
After their early dinner their last night in Provincetown, they walked to the beach. Light reflected off the water, sprinkled the waves,...
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