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Every Artist is a lone, celestial emissary of change.
No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]
Every Artist is a lone, celestial emissary of change.