Posted on January 26, 2008 by allecto
The day had been in the hands of Dante, and through the sweltering heat the girls had sat, listening to the important dates of mankind in History and partaking of subservience in Homemaking. And now the wind blew humid from the ocean, whipping their hair around their faces as they ran and jumped their way [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by spinningspinsters
Lost in salt and sand. An exhumation. Lot’s wife was really a pillar.
I will not go silently. This you have already learnt. I relinquish to no one. When you told me your stories to shape me, they unmade me. They merely taught me how to remake myself. In the most powerful way. Through stories.
You thought [...]
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