"That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead, into deserts, under drifts of sand, regardless of lures, of seductions; to be poor always and unkempt; to be ridiculous in Picadilly." --The Waves
stream of fallen pink
flowerlets wind-pushed along
the crease of a step
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