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Most of you -- or perhaps all of you -- will understand why I am currently fixated on the last three lines of the Sonya Taaffe poem "The House Snakes: For Nyani Martin":
...our earth will always shake,
our restless scales unfurling to enfold
your arms of wine-dark honey as you come home.
The full poem appears in issue 44 of "Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy".
...our earth will always shake,
our restless scales unfurling to enfold
your arms of wine-dark honey as you come home.
The full poem appears in issue 44 of "Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy".
