Picking a tiny frond,
Pinching the late winter leaves,
between thumb and forefinger,
Tasting the aroma of spring,
with nose and memory. 27 more words
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I’m not quite sure how to explain this. It’s surely love, but not like I ever imagined. Maybe that’s because love can’t really be imagined the same way we are able to feel it.
Ohhh CONSTANCE! I get so thrilled as we are able to “scientifically” demystify gender and thus debunk the superstitious taboos and unfounded prejudices against gender variant human beings! 345 more words