may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.
Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?
guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands