Friday, 15 April 2016
O London, London. My bowels are rolled together in me for thee, and my compassions within me are kindled for thee.
For we are born at all
adventure: and we shall be hereafter as though we had never been:
for the breath in our nostrils is as smoke, and a little spark in
the moving of our heart
A Fiery Flying Roll:
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