There is a town on the outskirts of serendipity,
plagued by the absolute and conflicted.
Never does the rain not pour with absolute conviction.
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Camille Pissarro, The Boulevard Montmartre at Night
There is a town on the outskirts of serendipity,
plagued by the absolute and conflicted.
Never does the rain not pour with absolute conviction.