gravestones - by Helena Fitzgerald - Griefbacon
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and all the very sexy dead
later I learned that victor noir’s death was extremely political, but this essay is about his dick In a cemetery in Paris, there’s a statue on a gravestone that is famous for its penis. Pere Lachaise is basically Fiona’s backyard. She’s wearing a bright red coat and looks like a beacon in the cold, under the sharp blue sky. Just ahead of us, her coat is a flag at the top of a ship, or the umbrella a shuffling group of tourists might follow, huddled like wooly sheep through a crowd. The sunlight picks out the color and clings to it. It’s fall but almost not anymore; the leaves are yellow…
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