Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept. -Frances Hardinge
Monday, April 3, 2017
Blue-eyed grasses
In Dishman-Mica park
With Earth's first clay they did the last man knead,
And there of the last harvest sow'd the seed:
And the first morning of creation wrote
What the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
-Omar Khayyam
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