Docere

Prom queens, rugby jocks, fraternities and sororities – gather one collectively to create the North American ideal and the pride of every immigrant parent. Let’s not mention what goes bump in the night, though.

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Queen of thorns

I shake hands with the queen of thorns, decorated with the fragrance of jasmine and blooms of petals that shimmer through the moonlight. A friendly and clandestine rendezvous of sorts, to negotiate the daily routine of pain.

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