found within Still life, by A.S. Byatt
disorientations will reveal her own trail.
from the egg to the moment of death
he was there and walked with her
somehow the eye saw into one.
she did not say much.
she heard a voice shape the wind.
from the egg to the moment of death
he was there and walked with her
somehow the eye saw into one.
she did not say much.
she heard a voice shape the wind.
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