“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky by Levi Romero
the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky Levi Romero outside the prickling air burned hot against what we’d left behind and a...
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A commandment Vasyl Sagaydak 1990 Never let a barbarian on your doorstep, my son – No matter if he comes with war or with sweet vows. He w...