"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" The old things die. The new world begins to form in the morning mist. By tonight we will know its shape, if not its particulars Win? Loss? Toss-up? Contested?
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Oh goodness, I will text you so many recs come morning. I believe you’ll be deeply inspired. Don’t read the above article yet. I love Joan. So much.
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I’m deeply excited to share the queen with you. I have an artist’s rendering of the below photo hung prominently in my abode.pic.twitter.com/G2wSrULxU6
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