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Penelope and Odysseus as One Person: Ionna-Veronika Warwick

One wants the world. The wing of dawn beats in him: More! More! The other never stirs from the loom. An ancient rhythm repeats: “Less—less— the real traveling is inward.” One loves storms and clouds, says death is a skyless … Continue reading

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