The Infinite Variety

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"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish."

with love: xo, l&w and prof

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This was my view 48 hours ago…

Now I’m staring at a tub of paperclips and a stack of styrofoam cups. Ain’t life grand?

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