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Beauty and Fear

Beauty and Fear   Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear . . . —William Wordsworth   I   And then I was. A thing called me. A slight abbreviation of the air, a clotted wet, coddled and red. I was the woman wearing white bent […]

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