Nothing grows on trodden ground. Far, farther, farther yet from the stamping crowd, on remote paths, seek other lands; other lands, whither to pursue both the rare and the new; other lands: there, seek new flowers to weave crowns withal; crowns no human brow has yet worn.
5:45 PM - 5 Oct 2018
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