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Winter Chapter 1
Brooke“She has not yet been born:She is music and word,And therefore the un-torn,fabric of what is stirred.”- Osip Mandelstam - translated by A.S. Kline, Silentium Surrounded by the forest, I ...
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Winter Chapter 2
DavidHello,I fell for you Slowly, like a decrescendo - Kristen CaminoI looked over and saw her sitting at the table closest to the door, by herself. She didn’t look like ...
