HERA ANTHEIA
I AM SICK OF HEARING
POETS SING HER PRAISE
In which you meet my very creations, the character I have moulded from pieces of myself and poured onto them like strands of a tapestry. These are the persons that have allowed me to be someone I have always wanted to be, the very best and the very worst of thoughts.
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