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The Rose's Petals

My life as it unfolds before your eyes

5 November
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For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and the mind is no longer in him: when he has not attained to this state, he is powerless and is unable to utter his oracles. -Socrates