Scholars have decided that you probably don't exist at all, and are just a composite character based on several minor figures from the writings of George Sand.
Looks like I'm not going to be able to make it up to Boston for the poetry massacre. I opened up my wallet and metaphorical moths and gnats flew out. Sniff. Oh well.
I seriously have written like forty poems in the last two weeks. Ay de mi! And I need to send out submissions this week. Argh.
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