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By Galadrial Date: 2003 Mar 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.14.21.35.9772]] |
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Much to be said of passionate women, who grew with words as their first lovers, and tried to blend in a world of vanilla that defied the texture of their beings. Call her bad mother, abandoning wife, say she was faithful to none, and then read the words she left brimful, evocative and know that she never betrayed the first lover she ever knew, the words that seduced her, and fed her, and made her mad and sane, and whisper of something that sounds like betrayal unless you are a woman like Elinor Wylie. |