"The nights now are full of wind and destruction; the trees plunge and bend and their leaves fly helter skelter until the lawn is plastered with them a...

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
~ Virginia Woolf ~












No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and...
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