“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
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The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
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“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
Who decided that women get to be society's sounding board for words that feel like shadows?
A good cookbook can be mind-opening, read for or looked at for pleasure, despite having middling recipes. An excellent one can be a tool and art one in the same.