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(Unintended interpretations #)
Resemble nothing that is ours
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
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(unintended interpretations #)
And my soul, unguarded,
would soar on widespread wings,
to live in a night's magical sphere
More profoundly, more variously.
h.h
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.












