spinning, jumping, writhing just for me. In dream came to see me whenever I left the door wide open mind. This was usually when I'd had enough of the office and I went to the country, home of William. He mingled with exotic flowers to rural roots. The tea was opened and relax the mind, it said my friend, and then came the dancing.
I could distinguish an arc behind her, and more than a dark forest. I knew that the forest meant something definitive, but not specifically a bad thing.
"Intratteniamoci together until last ..."
Jonathan Mill The Joust Dante and 101 words
Illustration Charles Huxley
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