Bigrammatology - I
the starfish, the boarhound and the
dead nettle. this is the
aim never here to regret,
pressed between yellow leaves of a
country begins as an attachment to
our curiosity the more delicate
algae and the future, between
midnight and dawn, when an
underground train, in a secluded
chapel history is
now and england. with the
drawing of this calling we shall
not think of a country
begins as an attachment to our
curiosity the more delicate algae and
the aerial, is not the
experience of one life only but
of some dead
dead nettle. this is the
aim never here to regret,
pressed between yellow leaves of a
country begins as an attachment to
our curiosity the more delicate
algae and the future, between
midnight and dawn, when an
underground train, in a secluded
chapel history is
now and england. with the
drawing of this calling we shall
not think of a country
begins as an attachment to our
curiosity the more delicate algae and
the aerial, is not the
experience of one life only but
of some dead
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