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Fleur de Poussière. Encore.

“The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies weighed down […]

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We took leave of him in the morning, with a simple look which both meant that we no longer belonged to the living and that, if we ever returned from our […]

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Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow […] Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is […]

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