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For Louis Saint-Just, a Young Revolutionary
by Jonathan Friel Eternal, impeccable chill dawning and settling in unfathomable blue eyes, blue cold winds of insensitivity and frosty passion. Loyalty to a comrade corrupted by his own cause binding these shimmering eyes to a cast-away memoir of the people at the bottom of the murky Seine. Calculating features and dignified cruel intentions severed by the blade of liberty manufactured by the Age of Reason and of Terror. |