He holds his hat with the tips of his lonely fingers,
praying the obstinate wind will let him at least pretend
that his grip is valorous.
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About Me
- Olena
- Explorer, composer, mathematician, and maker of things. I love to stick my nose in the spines of old books. I'm a sucker for a good pun. I like lists (and Liszt.) I love Japanese anemones. I love SAYING anemones.
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