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Posted on January 20, 2011 by ophelia

The air is dormant. As soon as I notice my desire, a limit is drawn. Attempts to cross it are closer to an ongoing love affair with unconquerable wars in the Taliban than they are to a flirtatious gesture. Every … Continue reading →

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