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“It was like a Stygian plain, like a vision of Hades: a land of shadows, vapours and water. Everything was going misty and disappearing like spirits. The moon was enchanting and pulling at the plain just as she enchants and pulls at the sea, drinking all that vast earthly dampness from the horizon with her silent, insatiable throat.”

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Book:The Flame
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The Flame

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Gabriele d'Annunzio
Gabriele d'Annunzio

Italian poet, playwright, novelist, and journalist, known for his passionate style and rebellious spirit. His works covered a wide range of themes, including love, war, nature, and religion. more

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