“See?” Sam said quietly. “You were never outside the circle. You just hadn’t found your spot in it yet.”
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They walked together to the launching dock. As Marco released his lantern into the darkening sky, he watched it rise alongside hundreds of others. Some read “Love Wins.” Some read “Rest in Power, Marsha.” One read simply “Dad.” Another read “First Pride.” “See
“What are you going to write?” Sam asked. holding a blank lantern
“Still here. Still trans. Still learning how to belong.”
And he saw Sam, holding a blank lantern, waiting for him.
