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Werewolves Wednesday: The Wolf-Leader (19)

A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XIX: The Dead and the Living At the same moment that the trembling soul of the young Baron passed away, Thibault, awaking as if from an agitated sleep full of terrible dreams, sat up in his bed. He

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Pride Month 2025 – It’s a Wrap

We Were Always Here: on Memory, Erasure, and the Persistence of Queer History All month long, we have journeyed through scroll and scripture, painting and poetry, ruin and reliquary, gathering voices, gestures, glances that once defied the world to say: we have always loved differently.

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  • MicSottocolle
    Posted at 15:08h, 16 April Reply

    Carissima, forse scendo domenica pomeriggio. Cmq ti farò sapere tramite sms a Tato.

    La foto è esaustiva da quanto stai male. Povera; il metodo Cotton l’hai riprovato? Ciao MS

  • sbrect
    Posted at 07:32h, 20 April Reply

    oi, come va? si è abbassata la temperatura?

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:17h, 22 April Reply

    Mah, ora sta sui 38.

  • Oloreheri
    Posted at 18:44h, 22 April Reply

    Oh, Shelly! Sorellona mi dispiace…

    Con quell’illustrazione mi vien paura °_O

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:54h, 22 April Reply

    Tranquilla, sorellina, in questo blog siamo avvezzi alle rappresentazioni iperboliche. L’ultima volta che avevo fame ho postato il Divoratore di Mondi.

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