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Winter Comes to Nargothrond.

"RATIO (Aelindrome in φ)
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Old, rational ways gleam
pictures I coil and frame
in detained
theorems
and in the new score.

In space,
read the worth;
read vines now as lines.

Now a sad view or thread,
thin space renews cores
and,
in the ore, mined.

Theme in detail
and fractures, I compile
an always-gold ratio...."

--@Anthony_Etherin

Autumn Equinox at Stonehenge.

"Toad sipped his tea. 'Frog,' he asked, 'are you making this up?'

'Maybe yes and maybe no,' said Frog."

--@FrogandToadbot

"The future’s diminishment to vacuous hype coincided with the internet reaching its cultural saturation point around the end of the first decade of the millennium." (via Mefi)