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to the Red-voter woman in the art class I model for:
You have no idea how happy I am. I don’t think you could understand why. I, as left as they come, and visibly queer You, staunch in your Midwestern motherhood Ideologically, we’re on altogether different playing fields But we meet in the same room — You, for education I, for money In mutual…
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when your body reminds you of the score: a notes app history in three acts
act one: the paper cut Date: 11/22/2024, 10:39 PM Trauma violently reshapes who you are without giving you a manual explaining how you’ve changed. You need to relearn who you are through vicious trial and error. And just when you think you’ve finished writing out your own manual by hand, wrist ligaments cracking and knuckles…
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