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We are all lost stars

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She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

— Lord Byron

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴇꜱ

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ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪᴄꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ

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"ᴍᴏʀɪ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴀꜱ, ɴᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ."

P.D. Translation from Latin, 'ᴅɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ'

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“Not every closed door is locked. Try and push.”

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㋡🥀

colors of the sky.

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Baroque Rococostyle

© T. Marcijuš

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Cloître Catalan © Adeline Gressin

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My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet