A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
The lovers of Glossodoris cruenta areHappy, cheerful, well-fed;As for me, my arms are brokenThrough having hugged the clouds. (Photo by Jun Imamoto.)
That one looks like a lemon tart that escaped its crust.Wonderful.
How does a lemon tart escape the crust?
How does a lemon tart escape the crust?Transubstantiation?
Man, that's a pimpin' ass nudibranch!I'd give up my spinal cord to look that good!
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