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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:

“Perhaps there are certain ages which do not need truth as much as they need a deepening of the sense of reality, a widening of the imagination.”

Susan Sontag

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