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… quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante … in a throbbing pale blue mist which wax he follows her wavings and reads aloud of a Nymph, Queen of the Western Island which weaves and cut the thread and all along she strokes like wind on grassy mounds and...

… memories afloat in the pale purple twilight … wraith-like falling cloaks, cracked stone basin beside the shaded white trace, a dark green maze of low hedgerows, a stone dog unaccountably dislodged, top of the tower unaccessible back then … once upon...

If it is possible to assume that beside Wisdom there is a single wisdom for every single life that ever has been, is and will be; or if every single life has its aslant and liminal wisdom and its meaning in its particular oddity; then a single forgotten...

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