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Wouter van Noort
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An aunt stayed on and named me Hawk, Circe, for my yellow eyes, and the strange, thin sound of my crying.
— Jan 07, 2026 02:07AM
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Wouter van Noort
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My dittany, my lilies from Crete, they thrived after all. See? I said to my sister. It was Daedalus who answered. A golden cage is still a cage.
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Wouter van Noort
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We went the long way back to Aiaia, avoiding Scylla.
Eleven days it took. The sky bent its arc over us, clear and bright.
— 17 hours, 53 min ago
Eleven days it took. The sky bent its arc over us, clear and bright.
Wouter van Noort
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"How do you bear it?" he said. My eyes gave off a faint light, and by it I could see his face. It was a surprise to realize that he was waiting for an answer. "We bear it as best we can." I said.
— Jan 09, 2026 01:26PM
Wouter van Noort
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If you had asked me, I would have said I was happy. Yet always I remembered. Cold smoke, marked with my name.
— Jan 09, 2026 02:53AM
Wouter van Noort
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My skin was glowing, my teeth set. Does no one have the courage? Will no one dare to face me? So you see, in my way, I was eager for what came.
— Jan 08, 2026 02:46PM
Wouter van Noort
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It was not a word I knew. It was not a word anyone knew, then. "Pharmakis," I said. Witch
— Jan 07, 2026 02:53PM
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My thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.
— Jan 07, 2026 08:22AM
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When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.
They called me nymph, assuming I would be like my mother and aunts and thousand cousins. Least of the lesser goddesses, our powers were so modest they could scarcely ensure our eternities.
— Jan 06, 2026 08:12AM
They called me nymph, assuming I would be like my mother and aunts and thousand cousins. Least of the lesser goddesses, our powers were so modest they could scarcely ensure our eternities.
