| By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE -- out of TIME. from "Dream-Land" Edgar Allan Poe |










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when you taste the truth you will
see like others before me, to you
i am past, a story to tell
tell it.
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<3 Forget-me-not
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
Much appreciated.