“[…]. It is a small, life-altering thing. An acceptance of a book with its foreign script, its strange, spectral drawings. And beneath that, running deeper, an acceptance of Mei.
They fall asleep, side by side. Mei bent towards the curve of Fran’s body. Two breathing question marks. Dreaming of bamboo, the scent of pomegranates. Fingertips.”
My little lesbian heart can’t handle such delicacy and elegance
— Dec 24, 2024 04:42AM
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