Thursday, July 2, 2020

THE EARLY DEW FALLS...




“The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.”

― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown

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