"Death destroys the body, as the scaffolding is destroyed after the building is up and finished. And he whose building is up rejoices at the destruction of the scaffolding and of the body."
Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (1828-1910)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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