Deep in the mountains, black under the veil of the clouds, where a thousand flowers adorn the trees and a thousand beetles scurry under the leaves, lived a small deer-child, a faun. That day it …
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Stella in Autumn
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Susanna is conflicted
‘Susanna,’ thought Susanna, ‘is a small worm compared to me.’ ‘So,’ thought Susanna, ‘you think you are something? You think you can insult me willy-nilly, and that I will do nothing?’ ‘Oh,’ thought Susanna, ‘I …
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Skin the Devil
“Skin the devil,” she said. But after all where and how will I catch him and hold him? And supposing I have caught him, why skin him? Well I asked her all this and she …
