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Jean Rhys

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock,and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs of … Continue reading

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Jean Rhys

Wired for night-walks, she stalked words with feline poise– Good morning, midnight.    

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