Miracles and Love
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Gustave Flaubert
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Gustave Flaubert
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
Poetry Within
Blacksburg, Virginia
A master of the Realism genre,
Flaubert
wrote slowly.
Deliberately.
Choosing the perfect word,
the best phrase,
the most concise idea.
(Oh let me be that precise
and patient.)
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