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This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Portland where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Trillium; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Portland Feminist Bookstore. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with its beautiful stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth--a world which now trembles before the Feminist Bookstore in Portland.
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# ¿ Oct 2, 2016 03:59 |
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# ¿ May 22, 2024 14:48 |