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Cottage Core
“
And autumn died long before the sun touched the last leaf;
for death forgets every winter for as long as summer blossoms for itself;
For the art of everyone is close to the idea and dwells in thoughts.
For every thought rises in the morning - and every beginning
is the closest to us in the end, and eventually takes
a lifetime to complete itself.
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ATHENA
They fall silently.
the steps of her arrival - crossing snow so pale even the morning sky would fade into nightfall's amber;
For she has entered the palace of gold - her hair braided with hope and tainted with red leaves
which colours remind of a hanged man's rope - for her name is war
and her crown is crafted out of grief.
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