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An unannounced visit, a four-year-old makeup artist, a dead parrot
By Our ReadersOctober 1984In group homes, in the creek, with passive-aggressive breakage
By Our ReadersSeptember 1984To a wedding reception in Buffalo, across the endless Atlantic, with LSD to a raki bottle with a note inside
By Our ReadersAugust 1984Seeing the moon from the desert, from the Ile de la Cite in Paris, from a starry camping night
By Our ReadersJuly 1984At the airport, in Peru, at a roller-skating rink in Tucson
By Our ReadersJune 1984Faint shoots of morning light, a thirty year old nose, a cool Fall October afternoon
By Our ReadersFebruary 1984Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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