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“...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death.
There was nothing now but firelight in the room,
And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath
It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.”
― Les Fleurs du Mal
There was nothing now but firelight in the room,
And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath
It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.”
― Les Fleurs du Mal
Ayla’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Ayla’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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