I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the ...
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
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