this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ponder
“It is truly a phantom, for which you may seek for years, and then, when least expected it suddenly stands before you in some dim forest aisle, a vision of soft, white loveliness, that once seen can never be forgotten.”
— Barry Lopez, Field Notes
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