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1924: That’s What the Leaves Murmured

Diaz’s Forest In a forest painted by Diaz, a little motherkin and her child stood still. They were now a good hour from the village. Gnarled trunks spoke a primeval tongue. The mother said to her child: “In my opinion, … Continue reading

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