No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

-James Joyce-

Selasa, 08 April 2014

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Where’s thou lurk from moon’s face;
Mocking fool are mocking winds,
Flew flew flew to the unknown place;
Sun is sun when it springs,
Sun is sun when coldly winters arise;
And apple’s apple itself,

To changes are mocking thyself.

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