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Stavropol.

"1381.

I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming

I suppose the time will come
Hinder it a little
When the Corn in Silk will dress
And in Chintz the Apple

I believe the Day will be
When the Jay will giggle
At his new white House the Earth
That, too, halt a little—"

—Emily Dickinson

Pixel stovetop.

My inhuman parenting-experiment which i never got to try (no kids): have 7 nannies, one for each day of the week in order, each of whom speaks a different language. The child will grow up octolingual.

The Book of Resonance.