Sing, muse, of the rage
Of Zeus—Olympus now sleeps,
And dreams of blue skies.
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The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóthabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
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Nice!