Maybe it is the time of year, but my head is junk. My mornings grow quickly dizzy as I flit from book to book; Bachelard’s Anatomy of poetic reverie and …
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Maybe it is the time of year, but my head is junk. My mornings grow quickly dizzy as I flit from book to book; Bachelard’s Anatomy of poetic reverie and …