a moon, worn as if it had been a shell
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Showing posts with label Douglas Rushkoff. Show all posts
Saturday, September 10, 2011

Saturday Emily

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In a Library   A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think,...
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