Clamorous wrath afflicts death, feeding newly ripe celebration. Ren Hang and I are the same age. It is vast feeling connected to such a bizarrely unique and quintessentially necessary stranger. The body begets its own restrictions, its exploration exploits freedoms. There are depths beyond its sticky fumble.
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