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Great gods smell fear like sharks smell blood, and they will devour you for it just the same.
Who am I to spoil an easy hexameter?
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.
It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment’s carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.
