"I don't converse with the moon, but we do regard each other warily." --AV Marraccini
Random # 65 = 122 in base-7; 1 + 2 + 2 = 5 lines
hair of the Baskerville hound
i rise to the blank riddle
white rose
we sleep in the side yard of
an untalkie brought back
"For samurai in the era of constant war, linked verse was like the tea ceremony; it allowed one to escape, if only for a brief time, from the world at large, from all the bloodshed." (via)
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