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March 7, 2025

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Oh my, yes, I am afraid that in the beginning was the Word, that the Word was with God, that indeed the Word was with God; afraid that’s there’s no escaping it and its heavy consequences, for Him, for You, for Me.

Thought:

“You: an Achilles’ apple

Blushing sweet on a high branch

At the tip of the tallest tree.

You escaped those who would pluck your fruit.

Not that they didn’t try. No,

They could not forget you

Poised beyond their reach.”

Sappho | Fragment 105(a) tr. Anita George