The Pleasure of Ossified Ideas July 22, 2021July 23, 2021 We slip our hands into the soft, white gloves, and she picks up a bundle of thoughts about love. When she places it on my open palm, I think I’m in for some old-timey folklore about romance. But no. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading... Related
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