By: Victoria Smith When I am gone— no songs shall be sung, nor passionate speech extol this solitary life lived for others, buried and forgotten by all. Poet’s Notes. I’m reading M.M. Kaye’s epic novel, “The Far Pavilions”, at ...
Read More »By: Victoria Smith When I am gone— no songs shall be sung, nor passionate speech extol this solitary life lived for others, buried and forgotten by all. Poet’s Notes. I’m reading M.M. Kaye’s epic novel, “The Far Pavilions”, at ...
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