
“Diaspores”, “Portrait at the Border”, and “The Seedling”
“Diaspores” A broken clothesline leans against its shadow nothing to hang memories on through the
“Diaspores” A broken clothesline leans against its shadow nothing to hang memories on through the
Till death do us part,for as long as we both shall live,She and He vowed.
โJโy suis, jโy resteโ(Here I am, here I stay) Across the cerulean chasm of id,I
prologue :: the roots have & to hold A man holds his still-beating heart in
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐น๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ท๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฎ๐น: In this latest post, Emily Wilsonโs fiction shows the fire and fullness of a passionate
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