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a lot of people avoid firenze out of season — it’s damp in winter, quite cold, often rainy. the narrow streets with their overhanging eaves dripping rainwater,
everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees And I found her bitter And I reviled her. arthur rimbaud
decided to escape london for a few days at the end of august. rain in the lake district? who’d’ve thought it? the most rain sodden weekend