"Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone."
Czeslaw Milosz, poet and novelist (1911-2004)
The smell of mannered flesh forcing itself up the nostrils, coaxing the downbeat soul self-hate feeling the urge the exorbitant behoving f...
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