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But when your roses, Wells, reached me, their richness overwhelmed my senses.
They seemed to have soft voices, gently speaking of peace, of truth, and of friendship that cannot be overcome. — John Keats (1816)
But when your roses, Wells, reached me, their richness overwhelmed my senses.
They seemed to have soft voices, gently speaking of peace, of truth, and of friendship that cannot be overcome. — John Keats (1816)
Truth is elastic.
Don’t stretch it unless you want it to fly back and sting you.
Truth is elastic.
Don’t stretch it unless you want it to fly back and sting you.
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