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I have learned to find bliss in the strangest of places,
In glass cages, and old pages,
writing poems about unfamiliar faces
-CJD
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And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields.
And the beautiful dew is poured out and roses bloom and frail chervil and flowering sweetclover.
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Σαπφώ Sappho c.630–c.570 BC
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Graphic - Handiedan (B.1981)
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