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[01 Jan 2025|05:15pm] |
Long, supine upon the bank, her gaze is fixed on her own eyes, twin stars; her fingers shaped as Bacchus might desire, her flowing hair as glorious as Apollo's, and her cheeks youthful and smooth; her ivory neck, her mouth dreaming in sweetness, her complexion fair and blushing as the rose in snow-drift white.
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