Anna Provoda

Yet I gladly suffer the obscene. A thousand, thousand lesser loves I would again sacrifice for the greater love and coming loss. No love in all of human nature equals the forbidden sensitivity of my breast, the lightness of my thoughts nor enables flight of my soul.

A Most Misfortunate Soul is a tale involving all of us; in that no matter our lot in life, our lives are threaded together.

'Love is as time is, a tender thing, tragic this day, joyous the next. For each of us, it is either or, the two never seen tween the sun and moon of the same day.

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