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Abstract
at thought's edge, past a mountain peak in pine, there is a fountain, terraced, calciferous — silent in the sun, save for a susurrus of ripples — I met a wretch who said:
Read by Meg Moseman
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Recommended Citation
Moseman, Meg
(2020)
"Deathwater, Day,"
The Mythic Circle: Vol. 2020:
Iss.
42, Article 16.
Available at:
https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol2020/iss42/16