"The least pain in our little finger gives us more concern and uneasiness than the destruction of millions of our fellow-beings."
William Hazlitt, essayist (1778-1830)
Strewn about the vase the petals a vestige of a gone beauty randomly, perhaps Gathering the withered soft and dead dryness the mind but wa...
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