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Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

Here, where men sit and hear each other groan

—John Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale”


When I am searching, it is words like these that inspire me — words from seemingly random snippets of poetry, literature and music which I attempt to explore daily.