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To my queer family. You are loved; they cannot take love from us.
“You have the strength of the earth in you,” she used to tell her daughters. “The rains can come and the ploughs can carve through you and still you will remain.”
Some days a single smile from the monarch sets her heart racing, and such dizziness sweeps through her she has to remain absolutely still lest she lose her balance and fall.
Her blood calls to the dragon, or is it the other way around? Hasn’t their blood pulsed in concert as they lay together at night?
