Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you; banded one?
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Quotes of the Day
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the Universe to do.
by Henry David Thoreau
What doth he ask?
Some worthy task.
Never to run
Till that be done,
that never done
Under the sun.
Here to begin
All things to win