Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
“But she wasn't scared of the heat. She welcomed it under her skin as if the cells were dancing. And further in, the blood.”
Margarita Liberaki, Three Summers
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