Oh empty mirror! Nameless name! O beauty-star beyond the tame! O fingers true, of hands unseen! Between immortals, and the mean! O mortal wonder, tiny bright, O prisoner of wayward sight! O lover born of solar dance, your moons are perfect happenstance!

Dec 27, 2013

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