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Tag Archives: beauty
Well, I haven’t written here in almost two years, but apparently 2am is the perfect time to pick back up where I left off. If you haven’t kept up with my life any better than I keep up with my … Continue reading
“Such is beauty ever– neither here nor there, now nor then, neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire. If I seek her elsewhere because I do not find her at home, my search … Continue reading