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Tracks, in Memoriam of a Deceased Stranger, a Poem

Translated… I Was Certain that This Time We’d Separated We Both Shall Make a Complete Passage for Both Our Solitudes In the Stillness of the River Styx The Bluest of All Shadows Overwhelmed with the Sorrows and the Losses Deepening, … Continue reading

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