irradiated Romanticism
I did see my own Spirit as a Fire-flash, running up and down: sometimes descending into a Sea most deep, then ascending up to the
Jane Lead// A fountain of gardens III
He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?”
“A component, like a capacitor?”
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