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Patience! coy singers of the Delphic wood,
The brightest sun tempts forth the viper brood;
And, of all insects buds and blooms enclose,
The one that stinks the most infests the rose.

Thought:

“When I speak as a writer I speak with my own voice — quite as unique as my fingerprints — and I take the maximum risk at seeming profound or foolish.”

John Cheever

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