"For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears."
Octavio Paz, poet, diplomat, Nobel laureate (1914-1998)
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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