- Morning Fog Shrouds The Capital by Oli Scarff
- Great Britain by Ani Avakyan
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December 7th, 2018
December 3rd, 2018
December 1st, 2018
What are days for? Days are where we live— where can we live but days?
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At three a.m., the candle dimmed: all the birds in the trees called out together: the end. No more work. I had the trees to look at, the sky, held in this unspeakable hour, morning’s first. The first summer morning, and the December nights, that’s what always delighted me here.
Arthur Rimbaud, 1872
November 28th, 2018
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ɥʇɐǝɹᙠ looƆ
Traditional Chinese Hanfu.