All you are seeing is your own nostalgia for your girlhood trips up here into the hills, which were no doubt… — Samuel R. Delany
All you are seeing is your own nostalgia for your girlhood trips up here into the hills, which were no doubt colored with the pleasantries of youth and idealism, which is—won’t you admit it?—finally just a form of ignorance.
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