Paul Robichaud @pjrobichaud.bsky.social

‘The cancrous cities spread over the grass, they clatter in their lairs continually, they glitter about us blemishing the night. The woods are gone, O Pan, the woods, the woods. And thou art far, O Pan, and far away.’ — Lord Dunsany, ‘The Prayer of the Flowers’ (1915)

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