When I first got to Yale, in 2020, COVID still gripped the world - I got them to take this when I got my real ID. "How will they recognize me without my mask?" I asked. .
hunting the Rue Saint-Honoré leaves me no breath when women brawl for fashion with warrants of gold we become lions every eye looks taking hunter's aim in piteous chase the hares we hunt are the new, the hot, the exclusive not the lower marked cry havoc for animals heave fewer groans only wars, revolt and poisons attend more frightful chaos one could come to hurt but fault no villains that is not our hunting language we are confederates in chase seeking the swaggers of success . . A song for this: Baby You're a Superstar by Mark Roberts, Paul Fletcher, Patrick Sturrock, Emily Taylor & Dan Whitfield
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