I meander between different genres of lit--lit which often happens to be from days of yore--and enjoy posting from many of said meanderings.
This every soul seeketh and for the sake of this doth all her actions, having an inkling that it is; but what it is she cannot sufficiently discern, and she knoweth not her way, and concerning this she hath no constant assurance.
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