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Regina Lizik's Writings

Let's see if I can bury meunder some ash treethis devil that you deem me to be The leaves can shelter the angelthat was meant to riseout of this dirty flesh We can burn this spectrein the mountains of Virginiaand drown her in the waters of Orleans Don't you want to seeif I wail like a bansidhe from my mother's lineor if I hold back the sun, like some jaded Zorya...
4. There was once thought of making it a tourist attraction, or of selling it out for use to a private business, but now there's only silent tribute through the towns and the unceasing growth. When people stop, there is no thought to the strange systems of roots that must exist in such a place. There is only thought for the symptoms, for the lack. 0. “There is no...