“And my tongue stiffens into silence,
thin flames underneath my skin prickle and spark,
a rush of blood booms in my ears, and then my eyes go dark.”
~ Sappho ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in May 2019.
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“The moon has set In a bank of jet that fringes the Western sky, the pleiads seven have sunk from heaven and the midnight hurries by; my hopes are flown and, alas! alone on my weary couch I lie.” ~ Sappho