A slim woman arriving at a dance hall, little breasts peeking out; she wants it, but it's raining and her hair looks like a porcupine.
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Golgonooza, Blake's word for the structure that is created from imaginative and creative acts. Eternal. Permanent. The city of ongoing creation...
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