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14 Stories
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Matthew Arnold-
243
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191
A creeping fog clings to the shadowed corners of the English countryside, mirroring the melancholy that permeates these ... -
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Ameen Rihani-
155
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87
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of crumbling Beirut stone. A fever dream of jasmine and regret clings to the ... -
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T. S. Eliot-
182
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69
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of abandoned tenements, mirroring the fractured light within the hollow men. ... -
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Ring Lardner-
246
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236
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of abandoned boarding houses, mirroring the fractured verses scribbled on dam... -
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C. S. Lewis-
465
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352
A creeping dampness clings to the shadowed halls of the narrative, a melancholic ache woven into every stone. This is no... -
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William Carlos Williams-
600
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168
A stillness clings to these pages, not of peace, but of dust motes dancing in perpetual twilight. Each verse is a chippe... -
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James Weldon Johnson-
173
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74
A suffocating humidity clings to the wrought-iron balconies and shadowed streets of Charleston, even as the narrative ex... -
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Oscar Wilde-
226
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157
A creeping fog of decadence clings to the shadowed streets where Wilde’s verses bleed into reality. Within these pages... -
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Thomas Gray-
70
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40
A creeping damp clings to the stone of Gray’s world, a perpetual twilight bleeding from the crumbling edges of forgott... -
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Fernando Pessoa-
113
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78
A creeping fog of melancholy clings to these pages, each verse a chipped shard of mirror reflecting a fractured self. Li... -
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Omar Khayyám-
296
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104
Dust motes dance in the amber light of a forgotten caravanserai, each verse a crumbling brick in a mausoleum of longing.... -
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James Joyce-
60
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53
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of Dublin, mirroring the fractured recollections within these pages. A city b... -
