The only safe place left is the dark. — Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
The only safe place left is the dark. — Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
The only safe place left is the dark. — Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
The only safe place left is the dark. — Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
The only safe place left is the dark. — Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
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The only safe place left is the dark.

— Larry Kramer, The Normal Heart & The Destiny of Me
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