“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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Sunday, January 5, 2020
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**__*1_Cc Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
4 Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough Puts out, and J...
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Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunnt-rovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk Interjection (nonce) A sound which ...