Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.
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Let not the Olive boast of her own fatness, nor the Fig-tree of her own sweetness, nor the Vine of…