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Sometimes it seems that things happen for a very specific reason... this purchase was one of those decisions. ‘You have given me your mud, and I have turned it into gold.’
Sometimes it seems that things happen for a very specific reason... this purchase was one of those decisions.
‘You have given me your mud, and I have turned it into gold.’
Discover the haunting beauty of Baudelaire’s The Flowers of Evil—read, reflect, and immerse yourself in the roots of modern poetry today!
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