At the edge of the Atlantic, a slip of land, open ocean all the way to the horizon and beyond, as fragile as a sand castle between high tides. Paths through the underbrush of a gay cruising ground, seeking to find and to be found in the safety of invisibility.
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| Larry Wolf, Fire Island (2004) |
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| Larry Wolf, Fire Island (2004) |
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| Larry Wolf, Fire Island (2004) |
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