And o'er him Myriads of topaz-lights and jacinth-work Brightening the skirts of a long cloud And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt Bourne of pure light…
Sweet! nostr:npub1q7why7lw8kq9ufr43ps75ngz3vhx5duqt7xmgklcq3dljqqfjegq2km2vr what do you think??
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