to my bones I'm cold
here in these gloomy shadows
wandering alone
through the door I step
and face the marbled blue sky
thoughts slipping away
the caressing sun
soaks into my heart and cries
flourish, like all things
Thoughts on Middlemarch
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“That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not
yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our
frames co...
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Hmm (scratches head). Not looking good from Mac OS 9. Only browsers available here are IE 5 and iCab 3.
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