Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“These were the kind [of letters] you save, folded into a memory box, to be opened years later with fingers against crackling… — Eleanor Brown Copy Share Image
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