They say it was here she wove vanity into night-soft cloth, light as breath, beneath this time scraped olive tree. They say that dark bent path is lonely death, to be faced with sword, and life long red thread from her night-soft cloth, light as breath. They say it has a horrid shaggy head, foul […]
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