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Gathering in caves, perhaps ignorant of neon wonders but brewing a unique tint, a fragrance of betterment; adding black to white. Not turning. This is what the African narrative would have been.

Part Two: Of bubble baths and whispers

Joan knew the rules, she had always known them; for Christ’s sake, she wrote the damn things. But that’s why rules are made right, to be broken; or so she told herself as she saddled herself on Billy’...

I have grown a beard, thick and black. It is really shaggy in the mornings and hurts so bad when I comb it. But u already know that you know every follicle taking the fall. Like you know every twist o...