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In the zest of misplaced words or forgotten ink, magic unfurls; poetic liquid flows ceaselessly from the cracks of blankness we seldom dare encounter. - Elinor Cavendish In the zest of misplaced words or forgotten ink, magic unfurls; poetic liquid flows ceaselessly from the cracks of blankness we seldom dare encounter. - Elinor Cavendish In the zest of misplaced words or forgotten ink, magic unfurls; poetic liquid flows ceaselessly from the cracks of blankness we seldom dare encounter. - Elinor Cavendish