From the Archives (7-03-2010)
October 10, 2022
Across the margent of the world I fled, And troubled the gold gateways of the stars, Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars; Fretted to dulcet jars And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon. — Francis Thompson Yesterday I fed a raw carrot to Levi. He tried his damnedest to look like he&he...
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