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space Orpheus lost Eurydice on their wedding day— what could be more tragic? The adder’s fangs struck at her heel, tolling into their vernal kiss dead winter’s lead bell. What could he do? Love is no harness for plowing death’s … Continue reading ͛... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com

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