Elizabeth Barrett Browning wakes up again. It’s the third time today. She thinks awakenings are far more common in springtime, but all year long she is called this way. She sighs and tucks her dark hair back under her cap. She will not refuse the call. The afterlife is not as she imagined it. The … Continue reading Rapture, by Meg Elison
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