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🍂🐦⬛Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."🐦⬛🍂~Edgar Allan Poe🍂
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"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it."
- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, Ch. 9
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A gentle rain falls over a wooden pathway winding through a misty, green forest.
Lush trees adorned with delicate white blossoms arch gracefully overhead, creating a serene and magical atmosphere.
