Trickles of 1949 feminism sinking back into sand. I want to be out there with a shovel, clearing channels. Waiting for the second wave.
If Lucia can make it through the 50s, I see her rising with the tide. Neither smoking nor despair has taken her. I can hear her organizing marches in a gravelly voice.
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If Lucia can make it through the 50s, I see her rising with the tide. Neither smoking nor despair has taken her. I can hear her organizing marches in a gravelly voice.
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