A verse-al encounter between Lilith and Virginia Woolf
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The tide had rolled itself out into a thin, silver whisper, barely audible over the breath of the wind. It was late afternoon; the sort that forgets to be anything in particular. Not warm, not cold. Just there.
Lilith sat first. Shoes off, toes in the sand, a small notebook open on her knee but no pe…
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