She is aware of the grey frailty of a fennel- feathered cygnet adrift on the lake, an urgent avian emergency. In her inexplicable urge to embody Leda in a corrupt embrace, she wraps it in bandage to lessen the damage, a tiny mummy to vitrify o […]
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