Laure-Anne Bosselaar's poetry captures the lives of \"lost souls roaming\"--be they young girls in convents, merchants, whores, widows, soldiers. Old Europe still lives in Bosselaar's rich language: \u003cI\u003eEntre chien et loup,\u003c/I\u003e as it's known in Flanders--the time at dusk when a wolf can be mistaken for a dog.
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