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. . . but the youngest was left with a swan’s wing instead of an arm, for one sleeve was wanting to the shirt of mail.
— Hans Christian Andersen, The Wild Swans
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Helicon: An Excerpt from “The Gardens of Flora Baum”
By Julia Budenz
The Eleusinian solution, A twofold proposal— For the individual, personal life after personal death, For the community, impersonal rhythms of impersonal ever-reliving Nature, both now in doubt, The one through […]
Eclipse
By Rodney Pybus
And since death must be the Lucina of life . . .* — Sir Thomas Browne She had her mother’s way of looking but she does not see the light […]
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