moved mountain of needles
a new road pursuing
the stilb-lined labyrinth
lurk algid nostalgias
but revoke ghost vistas
"And thou thyself with sacred fillet bind
Thy brows, set fire to sacred branches rich
And dusky pitch."
--Mooney's Hosidius Geta
"I can’t remember why, but we had previously been in some kind of argument about the word caduceus..."
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