As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of

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As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of
“Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being
“Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still… Iris, blue each spring” — Shushiki ————————————————————— Here’s what’s going on lately in the