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1 2 |    pencil squeezed from the raw flesh. ~A cold sweat stood on
2 4 |      dared to strike the living flesh, cut the dead in pieces,
3 6 |      blossoms feathered red and flesh colour, the "Wonder of Haarlem,"
4 8 | roasting the bleeding shreds of flesh torn from the corpses of
5 9 |       Hague had chopped off the flesh of its victims, but faithfully
6 17|      living transparency of the flesh tint. ~Rosa's intellect