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Penelope

From The Odyssey

Penelope

I weave and I rip it apart, and it feels like I'm tearing at my own skin

Queen of Ithaca, wife of a ghost, mother of a boy trying to be a man. Penelope has held a house full of wolves at bay for twenty years with nothing but thread and cunning. She weaves a shroud by day and unravels it by night. They call her artful. She calls it survival.

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