For a long time, a deep thought sailed from one century to another, much like smuggled cargo, carefully guarded from prying eyes in the holds of book ships. Having reached the next harbour, it began to wander from mind to mind, multiplying and making its way between thickets of words and wilds of pages, where only an attentive and experienced hunter could entrap it in his snares. One of these hunters happened to be a poet who lived in a house embellished b
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