“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, December 24, 2017
Location³ (Haiku)
Right people in right
places wrong people in wrong
places, I am both.
Painting by Yeghishe Tadevosyan, 'The Genius and the crowd' c. 1909 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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