Wednesday, December 25
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Compliments of the Season
". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
- Vladimir Nabokov
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"Our imagination flies;
we are its shadow
on the earth."
- Vladimir Nabokov
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