"No battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools."
William Faulkner, novelist (1897-1962)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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