This could maybe be considered the erotica of the late 19th century. Considering Kate Chopin’s amazing life and the themes of her other works as well, I could be persuaded that this is so.
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Frank Marcopolos lives in Pittsburgh, PA, without a dog. He writes novels, short stories, grocery lists, and love letters to lasagna bakers. He also produces free audiobooks of public domain works on his YouTube channel. You can subscribe to that here: http://youtube.com/brooklynfrank