Sunday, February 2, 2020

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Bliss - Judy Cuevas, Judith Ivory
A soft, small creature sniffing and mousing around him, not close enough to touch him but close enough to walk the hair at his arms, at his neck, up his spine, backward against the way it normally lay, against its natural, customary position.

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