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Achilles’ Shield

It’s not Achilles’ shield, singularly struck by Hephaestus, god-made and anger-wielded. It’s not graven¬†with the life of star, man, and beast upon it, this silver-plate tea tray from the bottom shelf of an Upstate Salvation Army, but minted by the … Continue reading

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