The moon, plugged-in, illuminates the clouds in the dome overhead. I feel it within reach: my own white and gray Truman Show.
The moon, plugged-in, illuminates the clouds in the dome overhead. I feel it within reach: my own white and gray Truman Show.
“Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business, is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.”
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