"I proclaim it: I love the rich./For their rotten, unsteady root/for the damage done in their cradle/for the absent-minded way their hands/go in and out of their pockets;/for the way their softest word is obeyed like a shouted order; because/they will not be let into heaven." --Marina Tsvetaeva
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Hi Stephanie. Nice to have you here.
Welcome to Fictionaut, Stephanie.
Great to have you with us!
Hi Stephanie. Nice to have you here.
Welcome to Fictionaut, Stephanie.