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Cracks of sunlight through tear-submerged rain.
When I’m old, and memories weighty and small have escaped to the shadows irretrievable, three moments will stay with me, clear and crisp and achingly resonant to the end:
my first fuck
my first love
the day Donald J Trump was elected President.
No one can take these away from me. I cherish them all.