"Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life."
Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (1900)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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