Culture As Epigenetics

This woman had ideas.

But her thoughts weren’t as free as

They ought to be.

She could see


The sorrow…

The window… the candle,

That she lit.

Shone brightly and nightly

Drew to it.

T’was their ship…

The candle, it beckoned.

She reckoned.

It was them…

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