A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
Setting suns reclothe fields, the canals, Ceratosoma amoena, the whole town, in hyacinth and gold; the world falls asleep in a warm light.There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.(Photo by John Radoff.)
Excellent, as usual!aangus
Oh, I feel all better now.
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