“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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Dada poem
Really good reason to be a similar situation. The mailman of popcorn and the bear better than the rest of popcorn and the bear is a critiqu...
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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...
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Remember Oleksandr Oles 1931 When fighting invaders for the right to exist, Ukraine was living, suffering, and dying, Sympathy – all it wa...