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    • Thicket
    • The gas leak
    • Catullus for children
    • The pastoral kitchen
    • The long road to teatime
    • Last stop before insomnia
    • Dear tombs, dear horizon
    • The Bedmaking Competition
  • About
  • Actions and Travels
  • Enthusiasms
  • Catullus
  • Hen diary
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YOUR CART

​I am so reduced by my love for you, Lesbia,
so lost in service to your faults,
that I could not think well of you now
however true you proved yourself to be,
and could not, no matter what you did,
from loving you, desist.

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