Walking through bookstore on errand for library, pass the poetry shelf, see Beowulf. Recall that poetry is sort of distillation/projection of one's experience of beauty. Recurrent memory: high school, leaning barefoot on back porch reading anthology of French poets. Luxe, calme et volupte.
Distillation, charter, code.
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