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“Somehow Geryon made it to adolescence. Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches. ... Geryon was going into the Bus Depot one Friday night about three a.m. to get change to call home. Herakles stepped oof the bus from New Mexico and Geryon came fast around the corner of the platform and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.”

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Book:Autobiography of Red
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Autobiography of Red

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Anne Carson
Anne Carson

Anne Carson, born on June 21, 1950, is a renowned Canadian poet. Her works are known for their unique style and profound themes, covering a range of subjects including philosophy, history, and literature. more

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