sapphc: her limbs lift into the gray waves like the steady beats of wings. she has always been the s
sapphc: her limbs lift into the gray waves like the steady beats of wings. she has always been the strongest swimmer of the three of us. she used to swear she’d gone to tenedos once, two hours by boat. i feel wild triumph as she pulls farther and farther from shore. the only man whose spear could have reached her is dead. she is free. the only man but that man’s son. ( p. 360 - the song of achilles ) -- source link
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