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>I first enabled the long flute to produce notes through spaced holes in perforated boxwood. The sound pleased; but the limpid waters reflected my face, and I glimpsed puffed virgin cheeks. ‘Art is not worth this to me; farewell, my flute,’ I said. The bank receives my cast-off on its turf.

By Anonymous | Updated 03/05/26(Thu)15:43:15

>I first enabled the long flute to produce notes through spaced holes in perforated boxwood. The sound pleased; but the limpid waters reflected my face, and I glimpsed puffed virgin cheeks. ‘Art is not worth this to me; farewell, my flute,’ I said. The bank receives my cast-off on its turf.