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A Season of Pink Continues

Our peony parade was especially flamboyant this year – the best sort of thing a parade can be. 

Whenever I used a parade metaphor I think of the straight guy who worked with me at Structure many years ago. Out of the blue one day he came up to me and asked if I liked parades. 

“Not especially, why?” I asked with slightly-bored bemusement. 

“I had a gay uncle who loved parades so I always wondered if all gay people loved parades.”

He meant well.

But the only parade I truly enjoy is a peony parade. 

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