"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

January 2025

09 Jan

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Must these eyes no more behold thee, Eurydice? Shall these arms no more enfold thee, Eurydice? Alas! in dreams I sometimes meet thee, As we met ere Hades’ portal Closed between us; and I greet thee, Call thee mine, and deem thee mortal, Eurydice! Call thee mine as, hand in hand, We wander by the...