It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry. — Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia
It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry. — Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia
It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry. — Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia
It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry. — Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia
It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry. — Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia
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It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.

— Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia
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