“Be to her, Persephone, all the things I might not be; take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, flippant, arrogant and free, she that had no need of me, is a little lonely child. Lost in Hell, Persephone, take her head upon your knee; Say to her, “My dear, my dear, it is not so dreadful here.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

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