Rapture of the Deep
- ISBN-10
- 1550500236
- ISBN-13
- 9781550500233
- Series
- Rapture of the Deep
- Category
- Canadian poetry
- Pages
- 68
- Language
- English
- Published
- 1991-01-01
- Publisher
- Regina : Coteau Books
- Author
- Anne Szumigalski
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