"Who said, 'All Time's delightHath she for narrow bed;Life's troubled bubble broken'? ---That's what I said.
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acor...
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