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The Lady of Situations

    What roots what branches this stony rubbish, …………………man. A heap of broken sunbeats, a dry stone. Come, I will show you …..shadow. I will show you ……………………dust. Call me the hyacinth girl, the Hyacinth garden. …….Neither. Nothing. ……..Silence. … Continue reading

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