It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mother’s home
She went to Florida and left you
With your father’s gun, alone
Upon her small white bed
I fell into a dream
You sat up all the night and watched me
To see, who in the world I might be.
~~Rainy Night House – Joni Mitchell
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A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. Its beauty comes from the fact that the author is what he is.
— Oscar WildeThe Cat Cam
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