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Daily Archives: May 8, 2017
May 8 – Speaking the wounds of war in springtime: World War I, Sarah Teasdale
Monday, May 8 “And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white . . . ” I listened to a news report yesterday about the unique terrors of chemical weapons, those originating in chemical … Continue reading
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