SundayAug 30, 2026
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.
John Keats
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew.
Eugene Field
CAVILER, n. A critic of our own work.
Ambrose Gwinett Bierce
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