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Perhaps The Muse, the White Goddess, Erato, Melpomene, Rhiannon, Ceridwen, becomes, one day, a late middle-aged woman with muffin-tops, stuffed into yoga pants she should know better than to wear in public. No matter. Even frumpy, she remains divine, alluring, luminescent, beyond the constraints of mundane fashion, the sharp edges of mortal flesh, Still whispering beauty in the awestruck poet's ear.   ~mce
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
Fear Not Time, Ladies
Perhaps The Muse, the White Goddess, Erato, Melpomene, Rhiannon, Ceridwen, becomes, one day, a late middle-aged woman with muffin-tops, stuffed into yoga pants she should know better than to wear in public. No matter. Even frumpy, she remains divine, alluring, luminescent, beyond the constraints of mundane fashion, the sharp edges of mortal flesh, Still whispering beauty in the awestruck poet's ear.   ~mce
mike-essig
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
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