The gnat of the soul of me flitted out into that dream of blue.
— Lafcadio Harn
Art is, at last,the knowledge ofwhere we are standing –where we are standingin this wonderlandwhen we rip offall our clothes— Hafiz
He had lived so long alone with visible gods.
— Lafcadio Hearn
9/12/01
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this now is yours I seek another place