"There is then creative reading as well as creative writing. When the mind is braced by labor and invention, the page of whatever book we read becomes luminous with manifold allusion."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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