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The mouth is the small compass of the soul, Without dials, true north, or magnetic force, The ungaugeable instrument of the voice, In directionless modulations of undertow, To circumnavigate under cartographer’s pole Stars guide our wayfinding-heirlooms of words.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
Small Compass of the Soul