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Whose Home?
I was born in a city. Not a real city, just one of those urban approximations which flicker across the map for a minute, briefly important, and then fade. My city was ‘briefly important’ for its steel. We were one of th
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The Nature of Identity Within Society
I don’t know if we’ll ever be whole. Not that we ever were in the past. It has struck me, though, recently, that, while we, or at least I, frequently discuss, and, indeed, logically understand that our rights are not our own an
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Loves
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Battle Cries
One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,
lit up by fluorescent lights
She saunters toward the building
holding another girl’s hand
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