Medea VII / ReturnAnna Maria Hong
I loved a Prince and then a King but love was not all that was left to me. I was other subjects, topics. I was incapable of first premeditation. I was reactive until well after the third act. Then, in the final stage, I felt an absence known as ease. I felt the presence of a live expansion. I had three sons, two lost, one saved. I understood what tugged me over ocean. I touched the center and the circumference of a civilization. I experienced triumph, terror, triumph. My ambition preceded me pitched as survival, love. I returned with influence. I moved.
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