2018-251
De Mi caja de notas
Décadi
30
Vendémiaire
CCXXXV
« From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit blew hither: here am I. Now, for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart... »
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« From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit blew hither: here am I. Now, for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart... »