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Besieged

Besieged by Michael R. Burch Life—the disintegration of the flesh before the fitful elevation of the soul upon improbable wings? Life—it is all we know, the travail one bright season brings ... Now the fruit hangs, impendent, pregnant with death, as the hurricane builds and flings its white columns and banners of snow and the rout begins.

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