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The girls

The girls of the 1920s were little more than willow wisps; all legs, arms, and torsos, only a motion of limbs and pale thin embodiment. Bowlers, and short hair, flapper dresses, boys at their sides, neon, satin, sequins, and utopian … Continue reading

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Our city lives are still

Ours is not quite a Brave New World; though we’ve learned to exist upside-down, and still the blood in our veins, ultimately we desire grass and ground to step upon, and though we value the perks of our city lives … Continue reading

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