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tdylanart:

T. Dylan Moore
“E’er yet the Pine descended to the Seas: E’er Sails were spread, new Oceans to explore: And happy Mortals, unconcern’d for more,Confin’d their Wishes to their Native Shoar.No Walls were yet; nor Fence, nor Mote, nor Mound,Nor Drum was heard, nor Trumpet’s angry sound:Nor Swords were forg’d; but void of Care and CrimeThe soft Creation slept away their time.”
-Ovid

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tdylanart:

T. Dylan Moore

“E’er yet the Pine descended to the Seas: 
E’er Sails were spread, new Oceans to explore: 
And happy Mortals, unconcern’d for more,
Confin’d their Wishes to their Native Shoar.
No Walls were yet; nor Fence, nor Mote, nor Mound,
Nor Drum was heard, nor Trumpet’s angry sound:
Nor Swords were forg’d; but void of Care and Crime
The soft Creation slept away their time.”

-Ovid

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