My mother in this place rests in the dabs and strokes of her Three Volcano painting. I cleaned it with moistened cotton swabs, gently washing tobacco smoke and dust decades old. My mother in this place drips red and orange paints, the angry lava she had never seen down the slopes of one of these three mysterious volcanoes. And I know she dreamed of this future where the morning sun rises over Mauna Kea, the Snowy Mountain, Mauna Loa, the Long Mountain and Hualalai, the Jagged Mountain – all three dangerously dormant. Tera, my mother, saw this 70 years ago and dreamed it into being.
Libertarians must not be silent on Reproductive Rights. If not us, then who?
My party should be up in arms. Instead, my party, the party of principle, the party of freedom, chooses to focus on anything, literally anything else.
SOMA VAMP excerpt
He is ghostly pale, like LeStat in Interview, and elegant in chiseled black attire. The collar and cuffs are startlingly white and starched to the thickness of fine stationery.
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