Helen leaned upon the parapet as if unconscious of her shimmering and translucent beauty. Her blond hair, washed just that morning and unbound, was a golden cloud about her shoulders.
"Love's Thousand Ships,"
Mythellany: Vol. 1:
3, Article 8.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mythellany/vol1/iss3/8
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