I can’t say I know much, but I’ve loved, maybe too much; maybe from love I’ll get my death. I’ve seen Madagascar and walked the frozen sea. I have no trade, make nothing but pretty things which fail against the seriousness of rice. I’m not well or wise; I fear death; but I’ve never failed […]
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