The Drafting of “Proteus” Lines 390-398 A side eye at my Latin Quarter hat. Walking across the sands of all the world, origin of the sun’s flaming sword to the west, to evening lands. She trudges; schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in her wake. Moondrawn tides within her, a [illegible], […]
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Donovan Irven 