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Dulcinea

Dulcinea sits in wonder as Don Quixote wanders about fighting his brood of windmill warriors white sails billowing in the wind Dulcinea knows his illusion confusing victories for the spoils while he conquers his unseen enemy she ponders her life alone Dulcinea, Quixote's allusion beauty fair and loving deep like the windmills in his mind alas, she is also not real

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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