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The Offering; The Voices; Nausicaa

  The Offering   We three were far from home, in a dim southbound compartment, them in widows’ weeds and a dialect I overheard that made scant sense to me.   The poor scare when authority sighs at their inadequacy. They spoke enough Italian to make the best of it, until the red-nosed ticket-taker sighed: […]

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