There was nothing in the room the next minute but the sunshine and a sense that I must stay.
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“I look down into all that wasp-nest or bee-hive… and witness their wax-laying and honey-making, and poison-brewing, and choking by sulphur.”
Thomas Carlyle | Sartor Resartus
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