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February 12, 2025

No more do I burn.
No more for us the fluttering of wings
That whirred in the air above us.

Lo the fair dead!

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“Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses

pry open the red world.

A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.”

Anne Carson | “The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide”

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