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SNOWSCAPE When nothing’s left of the green enthusiasm, no dropped silks of magnolia, no sweet rumps of plums, when all the scarlet dénouements have blown to brown, and desire has spent itself down to its net worth of white— that’s when someone ought to tell the hussy cardinal to give that red a rest, to learn the cold discretion of camouflage. Otherwise, the mind still flares— and cannot drift into the soft amnesia, the ample nothing else.  ...

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