And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal
Is that 'tis my distinction; if I fall,
I shall not weep out of the vital day,
To-morrow dust, nor wear a dull decay.
by Rosa AlcalaIn the follicles sits a dangerously coiled
and coarse nature, from which the genus
springs. So the body’s genius
zapped with a year’s worth
of electrolysis. She becomes
a G.I.’s dream by moving the ...