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		<title>Ughten</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>ughten – morning twilight, the part of night immediately before daybreak, originating from the Scandinavian word ‘otta’ and German ‘uchten’. I took pause under the sky the brow of night rose, incredulous at my stopping as I, aflush and not afraid of aching cold ears, breathed in winter Tasting snow, tingling and pure I saw&#8230;</p>
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		<title>These Witches</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Preferably, they were not innocent. Tales of pricking, doomed trials we would rather deduce that they were, in fact, in possession of magic. Girls gather beneath falling pine needles with the sickle moon to witness as they brew and recite that which turns the tongue sharp, eyes dark, sets the priest quivering. We’d rather it&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Pearls pool in the hollow of her throat golden curling crown of hair, with ringlet wisps at her ears her face is turned towards the sun beams posing for the portrait, she hears the brush sweep against the canvas smells the paint, imagines herself immortalised to be fawned over by hearts not yet born the&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Dear Emma</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/hannah-elliott-dear-emma/">Dear Emma</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>ode to the spear of Autumn</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>mist thick with the yawning breath of October I begged for us to pick the last of the blackberries lining the pathway Plump with purple nectar hesitant fingers dodging thorns for the prize the rancid apples that long ago fell with their cloying stink, sit in the long grass where dewdrops settle strong and glistening&#8230;</p>
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