A virtual scrapbook with plenty of loose pages. If there's a universal mind, must it be sane?
A door just opened on a street --I, lost, was passing by--An instant's width of warmth disclosed,And wealth, and company.The door as sudden shut, and I,I, lost, was passing by,--Lost doubly, but by contrast most,Enlightening misery.
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