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Greg Rappleye

Orpheus, Gathering the Trees        The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Book X, Lines 86-110 When love died the second time, he sang at dawn in the empty field and the bees came to listen. A little song for the tag alder, the rue cherry the withe-willow— the simple-hearted ones that come quickly to loneliness. Then he… Continue reading Greg Rappleye

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