While a girl, when dining I often had a vision.
I thought I was the dove of Argo that passed
through Sympligades after it immobilised them.
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Strong, evocative, and true to the spirit of the Saint. '...In fire I pray for my candle/to last, /as a homeland cypress I point to the sky, '