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Am I Beautiful, O Nausea?

For S. Suis-je belle, ô nausée? – Frank O’Hara Now Nausicaa, she was something to behold. And she’s been beheld by the finest, including Odysseus. Some people get started with white sausage, pretzel and beer on Sunday. That would be … Continue reading

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