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Revolve.

"PSALM

No one moulds us again out of earth and clay,
no one conjures our dust.
No one.

Praised be your name, no one.
For your sake
we shall flower
Towards
you.

A nothing
we were, are, shall
remain, flowering;
the nothing-, the
no one's rose.

With our pistil soul-bright
with our stamen heaven-ravaged
our corolla red
with the crimson word which we sang
over, o over
the thorn"

--Paul Celan (tr M Hamburger)

Aid dropped to Gazans in the north.

"Let us talk of haunted hodologies. Let us talk of near feral paths, tangle tracks that can be followed to the dark borders of Faerie. For there are ways through the wood that will always walk you towards enchantment. Sublime and terrible enchantments. – #CLNolan, 1935" --@HooklandGuide

"It takes place in a world—or possibly just an alternate Newfoundland—of werewolves who whale."