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The curtains quiver, the window blows open and into the room flies a lovely boy clad only in cobwebs and autumn leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged blogging, gay, peter pan, storytelling, Words, Writing on September 21, 2025 by Myles.

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