The game seems childish, at first. But all of art is childish, all storytelling, all human hope and fear.
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The game seems childish, at first. But all of art is childish, all storytelling, all human hope and fear.
“Bring me my rose-buds, drawer, come;
So while I thus sit crown’d,
I’ll drink the aged Cecubum,
Until the roof turn round.”
Robert Herrick | “A Frolic”