Vladimir Nabokov My friend, I`m really just sorry... My friend, I'm really just sorry about who, in secret blindness, passing all length of the green alley, just can not notice on leaves the striking network of the streaks and points of the tubercles or even the serrated tracks from saws of the blue-horned slugs.
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
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Revelation 16:8
The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and the sun was allowed to scorch people with fire.
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
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