(a tearfully self-pitying reflective allium bud)
I've got illiterate spiritualists on one side and threatened melancholics on the other.
What is left to write about? Reflective observations are the sole domain of other domains.
I'll just leave you with these pictures taken at The Cloisters.
Benign images, nothing more.
Some people seek to reshape the world to their liking...
Was that it?
(a bee being drunk on its own emotion..)
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