there are times when i can't explain why things happen the way they do. why a sudden turn of events suddenly become a source of liberation instead of inhibition. and then i remember that all i did wasn't DOING anything at all. it was just sitting there in front of the mirror begging with my eyes closed.
[image: Mount Etna rising beyond the town of Taormina, Sicily.] A San Pedro
backyard full of escaped Sicilian lizards, and the Portuguese ships that
gave t...
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